Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.