Children Use The Fist Until

Women Know The Way To Rear Up Children (to Be Just). They Know A Simple, Merry, Tender Knack Of Tying Sashes, Fitting Baby-shoes, And Stringing Pretty Words That Make No Sense. And Kissing Full Sense Into Empty Words.

What Is Art But The Life Upon The Larger Scale, The Higher. When, Graduating Up In A Spiral Line Of Still Expanding And Ascending Gyres, It Pushes Toward The Intense Significance Of All Things, Hungry For The Infinite?

I Love You For The Part Of Me That You Bring Out.

And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By Smutty Hands, Though Spotted From Their White.

Get Leave To Work In This World,--'tis The Best You Get At All.