He Who Kisses Joy As It Flies

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.

For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing. If Thought Is Life And Strength And Breath And The Want Of Thought Is Death Then Am I A Happy Fly If I Live Or If I Die

Expect Poison From The Standing Water.

He Who Binds To Himself A Joy Does The Winged Life Destroy; But He Who Kisses The Joy As It Flies Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.