Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slimethey speak their piece, end it, and start again:'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;in the glory of his shining our hearts poureda bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'This litany they gargle in their throatsas if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

Unity in wills cannot be unless there is one will dominating and ruling all the rest to oneness... wills of mortals have need of a directive principle... therefore for the well-being of the world, there should be a monarchy.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.