And Let Them Pass, As They Will

Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge When Dinner's Done.

What So Wild As Words Are?

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.