To Rage, To Lust, To Write To,

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

Wicked Is Not Much Worse Than Indiscreet.

Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does Not Press Men; Christ Is Served With Voluntaries.