The Light House
all nightmy heart shines in the milky way;shadowed under the wordsWordsworth had mosaicedbeside the table lamp! the hunting groundfor human soulsto love with heart to love with carewhen dark woods and high hillsroaring seas are almost honestalways bare! snow was beginning to wane in hollowssun was hovering on human pathosmovement of painthrough the passage of bulletinjuries humiliating simple hopeshigh and lowardent belief seized by fatedespair opens the floodgatepoetic genius like roving owlfinding right words framing into soul! all night the milky waybright and gay!