Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before

The Plague Of Gold Strikes Far And Near.

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.

Nor Myrtle--which Means Chiefly Love: And Love Is Something Awful Which One Dare Not Touch So Early O' Mornings.

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!