Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest

I Love Thee Freely, As Men Strive For Right. I Love Thee Purely, As They Turn From Praise. I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.

Let Us Be Content To Work To Do The Things We Can, And Not Presume To Fret Because It's Little.