I Know The Lands Are

There Is Nothing So Skillful In Its Own Defense As Imperious Pride.

Bee To The Blossom, Moth To The Flame; Each To His Passion; What's In A Name?

O Month When They Who Love Must Love And Wed.

Like A Blind Spinner In The Sun,i Tread My Days:i Know That All The Threads Will Runappointed Ways.i Know Each Day Will Bring Its Task,and Being Blind No More I Ask.

Great Loves, To The Last, Have Pulses Red; All Great Loves That Have Ever Died Dropped Dead.