I Am Moved By Fancies That Are

Love Is The Unfamiliar Name Behind The Hands That Wove The Intolerable Shirt Of Flame Which Human Power Cannot Remove.

All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars. Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.

Not The Intense Moment Isolated, With No Before And After, But A Lifetime Burning In Every Moment.

Think Not Forever Of Yourselves, O Chiefs, Nor Of Your Own Generation. Think Of Continuing Generations Of Our Families, Think Of Our Grandchildren And Of Those Yet Unborn, Whose Faces Are Coming From Beneath The Ground.

Not Fare Well, But Fare Forward