Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?
The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool.
Rise with the hour for which you were made.
I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.
Your world is as big as you make it.
The heart of a woman falls back with the night, / And enters some alien cage in its plight, / And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars / While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.