When Our Thoughts Are Born, Though They

The Red Sahara In An Angry Glow, / With Amber Fogs, Across Its Hollows Trailed / Long Strings Of Camels, Gloomy-eyed And Slow.

Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This World.

Man Is The Miracle In Nature. God Is The One Miracle To Man.

Such A Slender Moon, Going Up And Up, Waxing So Fast From Night To Night, And Swelling Like An Orange Flower-bud, Bright, Fated, Methought, To Round As To A Golden Cup, And Hold To My Two Lips Life's Best Of Wine.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.