“Then give me a mood of the mountain tops
And the sacred presence of song
And I shall resume where the last star stops
And my chant shall be clear and strong.
My words shall be writ in the world-heart’s blood
And sung to a cosmic lyre
Where sighs are a wind, and where tears are a flood
And where love is the central fire.”
~ Louis K Anspach/”To Isadora: April 8, 1917″
Oberon's Glade 