My Pride Fell With My

Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art Beautiful

The Teeming Autumn Big With Rich Increase, Bearing The Wanton Burden Of The Prime Like Widowed Wombs After Their Lords Decease.

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.