But Think That We Are But Turned

Commemoration Of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator Of The Scriptures, 1922 A Memory Of Yesterday's Pleasures, A Fear Of Tomorrow's Dangers, A Straw Under My Knees, A Noise In My Ear, A Light In My Eye, An Anything, A Nothing, A Fancy, A Chimera In My Brain, Troubles Me In My Prayers.

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.

The Phoenix Riddle Hath More Wit By Us, We Two Being One, Are It. So To One Neutral Thing Both Sexes Fit, We Die And Rise The Same, And Prove Mysterious By This Love.

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.