Beauty Without The Beloved Is

Love Is The Last Relay And Ultimate Outposts Of Eternity.

Deep In The Sun-searched Growths The Dragon-fly Hangs Like A Blue Thread Loosened From The Sky: So This Winged Hour Is Dropt To Us From Above. Oh! Clasp We To Our Hearts, For Deathless Dower, This Close-companioned Inarticulate Hour When Twofold Silence Was The Song Of Love.

Unto The Man Of Yearning Thought And Aspiration, To Do Nought Is In Itself Almost An Act.

You Have Been Mine Before - How Long Ago I May Not Know: But Just When At That Swallow's Soar, Your Neck Turned So, Some Veil Did Fall, - I Knew It All Of Yore.

Her Hair That Lay Along Her Back Was Yellow Like Ripe Corn.