Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

Behold This Little Bane- The Boon Of All Alive- As Common As It Is Unknown The Name Of It Is Love.

Tis Not That Dieing Hurts Us So- Tis Living- Hurts Us More.

And Then--a Day As Huge As Yesterdays In Pairs, Unrolled Its Horror In My Face-- Until It Blocked My Eyes

Proud Of My Broken Heart Since Thou Didst Break It, Proud Of The Pain I Did Not Feel Till Thee, Proud Of My Night Since Thou With Moons Dost Slake It, Not To Partake Thy Passion, My Humility.

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.