Yet Some Say Love By Being Thrall

I Play Better Tennis Because The Court Is There.

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.

For Hard It Is To Keep From Being King When It's In You And In The Situation.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

(soft Petals, Yes, But Not So Barren Quite, Mingled With These, Smooth Bean And Wrinkled Pea;) And Go Along With You Ere You Lose Sight Of What You Came For And Become Like Me, Slave To A Springtime Passion For The Earth. How Love Burns Through The Putting In The Seed On Through The Watching For That Early Birth When, Just As The Soil Tarnishes With Weed, The Sturdy Seedling With Arched Body Comes Shouldering Its Way And Shedding The Earth Crumbs.