From Henceforth Thou Shalt Learn That There

What Change Has Made The Pastures Sweet And Reached The Daisies At My Feet, And Cloud That Wears A Golden Hem? This Lovely World, The Hills, The Sward-- They All Look Fresh, As If Our Lord But Yesterday Had Finished Them.

From Henceforth Thou Shalt Learn That There Is Love To Long For, Pureness To Desire, A Mount Of Consecration It Were Good To Scale.

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!

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

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.