Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry -

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.

My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!