O Happy, Happy Each Man Whom Predestined

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

The Whole White World Is Ours.

Love That I Bear Within My Breast How Is My Armour Melted How My Heart