All Things Do Go A-courting, In Earth,

Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church, I Keep It Staying At Home, With A Bobolink For A Chorister, And An Orchard For A Dome.

I Am One Of The Lingering Bad Ones, And So Do I Slink Away, And Pause, And Ponder, And Ponder, And Pause, And Do Work Without Knowing Why - Not Surely For This Brief World, And More Sure It Is Not For Heaven - And I Ask What This Message Of Christ Means.

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.

Banish Air From Air Divide Light If You Dare

After A Hundred Years Nobody Knows The Place, Agony, That Enacted There, Motionless As Peace.