Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By Smutty Hands, Though Spotted From Their White.

O Earth, So Full Of Dreary Noises! O Men, With Wailing In Your Voices! O Delved Gold, The Wader's Heap! O Strife, O Curse, That O'er It Fall! God Makes A Silence Through You All, And "giveth His Beloved, Sleep.

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

Xi I Sang His Name Instead Of Song; Over And Over I Sang His Name: Backward And Forward I Sang It Along, With My Sweetest Notes, It Was Still The Same! I Sang It Low, That The Slave-girls Near Might Never Guess, From What They Could Hear, That All The Song Was A Name.

Silence Is The Best Response To A Fool.