My Life Closed Twice Before

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead I Doubt If Even That From Such A Giant Were Withheld Were Flesh Equivalent But Love Is Tired And Must Sleep, And Hungry And Must Graze And So Abets The Shining Fleet Till It Is Out Of Gaze.

His Labor Is A Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, For A Bee's Experience Of Clovers, And Of Noon!

Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A Presence-for An Expectation-.