The Redbreast Whistles From A

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

There Is A Budding Tomorrow In Midnight.

Deep In The Shady Sadness Of A Vale Far Sunken From The Healthy Breath Of Morn, Far From The Fiery Noon And Eve's One Star, Sat Gray-haired Saturn, Quiet As A Stone, Still As The Silence Round About His Lair.

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

Through Buried Paths, Where Sleepy Twilight Dreams The Summer Time Away.