Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
The great mind knows the power of gentleness.
Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.
Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.
Thought is the soul of act.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.