Love Is Everything. And That's All We

Twin Loaves Of Bread Have Just Been Born Into The World Under My Auspices. Fine Children, The Image Of Their Mother. And Here, My Dear Friend, Is The Glory.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers And Went To Sleep. The Day Was Warm, And Winds Were Prosy; I Said: "'t Will Keep." I Woke And Chid My Honest Fingers,— The Gem Was Gone; And Now An Amethyst Remembrance Is All I Own.

Faith-is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not.

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes