Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.

Soar, Eat Ether, See What Has Never Been Seen; Depart, Be Lost, But Climb.

The Fabric Of My Faithful Love No Power Shall Dim Or Ravel Whilst I Stay Here - But Oh, My Dear, If I Should Ever Travel!

Blessed Be Death, That Cuts In Marble What Would Have Sunk To Dust!

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be.