Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.