I Dare Do All That May Become

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

So Holy And So Perfect Is My Love, And I In Such A Poverty Of Grace, That I Shall Think It A Most Plenteous Crop To Glean The Broken Ears After The Man That The Main Harvest Reaps.