Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

Pity me that the heart is slow to learn / What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

Music my rampart, and my only one.

Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.

Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flakes, then four
Arrive, then many more.

I love humanity but I hate people.