Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

And Friends, Dear Friends,--when It Shall Be That This Low Breath Is Gone From Me, And Gone My Bier Ye Come To Weep, Let One, Most Loving Of You All, Say, "not A Tear Must O'er Her Fall; He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.

I Love You For The Part Of Me That You Bring Out.

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

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.