Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us .

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.

My Love For Him Was So Exquisitely Pure That If We All Were Capable Of Giving And Receiving Such A Beautiful Gift The World Would Be A Far More Brilliant Place; I Think We'd All Be Poets.

I Worked With Patience Which Means Almost Power.