Midway Upon The Journey Of Our Life

Love With Delight Discourses In My Mindupon My Lady's Admirable Gifts...beyond The Range Of Human Intellect.

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

From There We Came Outside And Saw The Stars