Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity

For Everything That Lives Is Holy, Life Delights In Life.

I Heard An Angel Singing; When The Day Was Springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is The World's Release.

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

A Skylark Wounded In The Wing, / A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.