We Give Each Other A Smile With

Let Not Thy Divining Heart Forethink Me Any Ill; Destiny May Take Thy Part, And May Thy Fears Fulfill.

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

For I Am Every Dead Thing In Whom Love Wrought New Alchemy For His Art Did Express A Quintessence Even From Nothingness, From Dull Privations, And Lean Emptiness He Ruined Me, And I Am Re-begot Of Absence, Darkness, Death; Things Which Are Not.

Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And This Net Throwne Upon The Heavens, And Now They Are His Own.