The Dust's For Crawling, Heaven's For Flying,

I Have Known The Silence Of The Stars And Of The Sea. And The Silence Of The City When It Pauses, And The Silence Of A Man And A Maid, And The Silence For Which Music Alone Finds The Word.

O Maternal Earth Which Rocks The Fallen Leaf To Sleep!

What Is This I Hear Of Sorrow And Weariness, Anger, Discontent And Drooping Hopes? Degenerate Sons And Daughters, Life Is Too Strong For You— It Takes Life To Love Life.

How Shall The Soul Of A Man Be Larger Than The Life He Has Lived?

Such Phantom Blossoms Palely Shining Over The Lifeless Boughs Of Time.