Beauty Without The Beloved Is A Like

Her Hair That Lay Along Her Back Was Yellow Like Ripe Corn.

Sometimes Thou Seem'st Not As Thyself Alone, But As The Meaning Of All Things That Are.

Places That Are Empty Of You Are Empty Of Life.

The Sea Hath No King But God Alone.

If God In His Wisdom Have Brought Closethe Day When I Must Die,that Day By Water Or Fire Or Airmy Feet Shall Fall In The Destined Snarewherever My Road May Lie.