Come sit by the fire while Dr. J shares with you a poem.

Love immortal and young in the endless succession of lovers . . . .

The young Endymion sleeps Endymion’s sleep . . .

He is the poet of the dawn . . . .

Since we parted, a month had passed—

Whose was the right and the wrong?

A woman of cloud and fire . . .

But I in June am midway to believe/A tree among my fair progenitors.

. . . a dream within a dream . . .