Life Is A Spell So

Nature Is What We Know - Yet Have Not Art To Say - So Impotent Our Wisdom Is To Her Simplicity.

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

I Must Go In, The Fog Is Rising.

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.