I Am Two Fools, I Know, For

And Dare Love That, And Say So Too, And Forget The He And She.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels, And Arise, Arise From Death, You Numberless Infinities Of Souls **** All Whom War, Dearth, Age, Agues, Tyrannies, Despair, Law, Chance, Hath Slain.

Death Be Not Proud, Though Some Have Called Thee Mighty And Dreadful, For Thou Art Not So. For, Those, Whom Thou Think'st Thou Dost Overthrow. Die Not, Poor Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.