Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift

The Only Secret People Keep Is Immortality.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

For Love Is Immortality.

Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb - Or Dome Of Worm - Or Porch Of Gnome - Or Some Elf's Catacomb?

If I Read A Book And It Makes My Whole Body So Cold No Fire Can Ever Warm Me, I Know That Is Poetry.