I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall

To Die Before One Fears To Die May Be A Boon.

Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Banish Air From Air Divide Light If You Dare

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

I Think Of Love, And You, And My Heart Grows Full And Warm, And My Breath Stands Still... I Can Feel A Sunshine Stealing Into My Soul And Making It All Summer, And Every Thorn, A Rose.