Words whisper); to seize Joy; to stay the river
Of ever-flowing water bearing down
To shadowy oceans all we crave to mind us
Of Beauty and her heart of perfect peace.
Words, aid me! Set your Time-defying crown
On all my heart would never more release.
Where wait ye, words? Here. Come! No, poet, find us!
MADNESS
“Nothing without a cause,”
You say. Why did the wind