yolk-yellow lover of man do boys and girls not sprout like seeds? does love not follow light? utter me a word without tomorrow's promise no tongue if not for lapping up life no reasonable river rush; for where is she running and for whom? spider toil not a web without witness or victim man, so mighty, might forget his reflection; he is that mirrored son, highest hung picture of its beloved we do well to wallow in him branches and arms stretch forth our needy praise: "more love! more light!"