A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

To shut your eyes is to travel.

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!