Her Hair That Lay Along Her Back

The Wombat Is A Joy, A Triumph, A Delight, A Madness!

Deep In The Sun-searched Growths The Dragonfly Hangs Like A Blue Thread Loosened From The Sky.

It Is Beautiful, The World, And Life Itself. I Am Glad I Have Lived.

Was It A Friend Or Foe That Spread These Lies; Nay, Who But Infants Question In Such Wise, Twas One Of My Most Intimate Enemies.

Still We Say As We Go,-"strange To Think By The Waywhatever There Is To Know,that Shall We Know One Day.