So In A Voice, So In A

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

The Phoenix Riddle Hath More Wit By Us, We Two Being One, Are It. So To One Neutral Thing Both Sexes Fit, We Die And Rise The Same, And Prove Mysterious By This Love.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.