From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily,

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God Needs.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.