All Love Is Sweet, Given Or Received.

That Sweet Sleep Which Medicines All Pain.

I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy, And I Will Taste No Other Wine Tonight.

Love's Pestilence, And Her Slow Dogs Of War.

Sing Again, With Your Dear Voice Revealing. A Tone Of Some World Far From Ours, Where Music And Moonlight And Feeling Are One.

Where Is Perfection? Where I Cannot Reach.