Dance Until The Earth Dance.

We Are These People, Wistful, Ironical, Wilful, Who Have No Part In New-world Reconstruction, In The Confederacy Of Labour.

Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But Which Is More Sweet The Bitterness Or The Sweetness, None Has Spoken It.

You Will Not See That Desire Begets Love, Until It All Flames Into One Concise And Metallic Blaze.

Take What The Old-church Found In Mithra's Tomb, Candle And Script And Bell, Take What The New-church Spat Upon And Broke And Shattered.

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure