Long is the Sky of yearning

what shall dance upon the wind. feeble cause and round the bailer. so happy copious, forward to recind. the victim is not guilty of the railer.. Hope begins in seeing the sight. To the loathsome opinions from claimed manhood of fools flying a kite. Or life to the order of right. like things hurranged Or the tawdry hanged In the rudiments of parlour and politcalism. bread and wine and war. till peace goes to explore. To the time To peaces latitude. and grace impugned. to the flava to lassitude a-fire. " Far away is the midnight, burned is the grass, of longing to the purpiruity of the smile" " Who lavishes the son of nourishment, Who sees the injustice, burns to the sun of cause, to bend the knife of chance"