Cold Love’s The Loveliest Love

I Am The Wilderness Lost In Man.

I Am Too Rich Already, For My Eyes Mint Gold, While My Heart Cries.

Why Break The Heart That Never Beat From Love?

Through Her, In Microcosm, The Wide Earth Sobbed. The Starglobe Sank In Her; The Colours Faded. The Death-dew Rose And The Wild Birds In Her Breast Climbed To Her Throat And Gathered Songless, Hovering, All Tumult, Wing To Wing, So Ardent For Those Climes Where All Things End.

Life Is Too Fleet For Onomatopoeia.