After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My

Life In Itself Is Nothing, An Empty Cup, A Flight Of Uncarpeted Stairs.

For The Body At Best Is A Bundle Of Aches, Longing For Rest; It Cries When It Wakes.

Lord I Do Fear / Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year.

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

Safe Upon The Solid Rock The Ugly Houses Stand. Come And See My Shining Palace Built Upon The Sand!