Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

To be alive──is Power.

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

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care