The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.
Silence, beautiful voice.