The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun Is greater than all gold, more powerful Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes Like all that grows or leaps... so is the heart More powerful than all dust.

Still falls the Rain - Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side: He bears in His Heart all wounds, - those of the light that died, The last fa…

The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind Is but a foolish wind.

Still falls the Rain At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross. Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us -

I saw the lightning's gleaming rod Reach forth and write upon the sky The awful autograph of God.

But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills.

'I am like a wild animal born in captivity, in a zoo. But where a beast would have claws, I was born with talent.'