Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of

Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned And Magic.

The Whole White World Is Ours.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

Love Has No Charm When Love Is Swept To Earth: You'd Make A Lop-winged God, Frozen And Contrite, Of God Up-darting, Winged For Passionate Flight.

Who Dreams Of A Son, Save One, Childless, Having No Bright Face To Flatter Its Own, Who Dreams Of A Son?