Love Can Move The Sun And The

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

I Saw Within Its Depth How It Conceives All Things In A Single Volume Bound By Love Of Which The Universe Is The Scattered Leaves.

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

And We Came Forth To Contemplate The Stars.