Every Thing That Grows / Holds In

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

Nor Stony Tower, Nor Walls Of Beaten Brass, Nor Airless Dungeon, Nor Strong Links Of Iron, Can Be Retentive To The Strength Of Spirit; But Life, Being Weary Of These Worldly Bars, Never Lacks Power To Dismiss Itself.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.