Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring

All Day Long And All Night Through, One Thing Only Must I Do: Quench My Pride And Cool My Blood, Lest I Perish In The Flood.

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.