may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
You shall above all things be glad and young.
There is no music unless the drum and the drummer are one.
...and down they forgot as up they grew.
Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.
-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now