From Dust Thou Art To

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.

Ah, Nothing Is Too Late, Till The Tired Heart Shall Cease To Palpitate.

Down Sank The Great Red Sun, And In Golden, Glimmering Vapors Veiled The Light Of His Face, Like The Prophet Descending From Sinai.

Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient, And Simple, And Childlike.

A Handful Of Red Sand From The Hot Clime Of Arab Deserts Brought, Within This Glass Becomes The Spy Of Time, The Minister Of Thought.