A Poet Not In Love Is Out

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping In.

Every Believer Is God's Miracle.

All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.