The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is Experienced.

My Heart Aches, And A Drowsy Numbness Pains/ My Sense, As Though Of Hemlock I Had Drunk.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

I Cannot See What Flowers Are At My Feet, Nor What Soft Incense Hangs Upon The Boughs, But, In Embalmed Darkness, Guess Each Sweet.