Were It Not For Love, Poor Life

Were It Not For Love, Poor Life Would Be A Ship Not Worth Launching.

For Through It All--above, Beyond It All-- I Know The Far-sent Message Of The Years, I Feel The Coming Glory Of The Light.

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.

And We Who Delve In Beauty's Lore Know All That We Have Known Before Of What Inexorable Cause Makes Time So Vicious In His Reaping.