Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun, Why Dost

Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As Joy Is The Serenity Of Heaven.

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.

The Phoenix Riddle Hath More Wit By Us, We Two Being One, Are It. So To One Neutral Thing Both Sexes Fit, We Die And Rise The Same, And Prove Mysterious By This Love.

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.