And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With

I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music Within And A Song, And Echoes Did Feed On The Sweetness, Repeating It Long. I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music That Played Itself Out In Aeolian Notes: Then Was Heard, As A Far-away Bell At Long Intervals Tolled.

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.

You Moon, Have You Done Something Wrong In Heaven / That God Has Hidden Your Face?

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.

I Don't Want To Die. But I Want To Be Dead.