O tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire; One morn is in the mighty heaven, And one in our desire.

To-day unbind the captive, So only are ye unbound; Lift up a people from the dust, Trump of their rescue, sound!

United States! the ages plead, - Present and Past in under-song, - Go put your creed into your deed, Nor speak with double tongue.

God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile; Ther…

For what is a flower but life's expressed passion for itself. Sudden and brief, but certain and eternal at the same time

A vehement eros runs through the Universe. It is like the ether: harder than steel, softer than air. It cuts through and passes beyond all things, it flees and…