The Elixir Of Life, The

The Greeks Have Snatched Up Their Spears. They Have Pointed The Helms Of Their Ships Toward The Bulwarks Of Troy.

Remember The Golden Apple-trees; O, Do Not Pity Them, As You Watch Them Drop One By One, For They Fall Exhausted, Numb, Blind But In Certain Ecstasy, For Theirs Is The Hunger For Paradise.

Dance Until The Earth Dance.

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

Words Were Her Plague And Words Were Her Redemption.