You Are Ice And Fire The Touch

Poetry, Far More Than Fiction, Reveals The Soul Of Humanity.

My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

Rapture's Self Is Three Parts Sorrow.

Freighted With Hope, Crimsoned With Joy, We Scatter The Leaves Of Our Opening Rose.

To-night When The Full-bellied Moon Swallows The Stars. Grant That I Know.