Love Is A Breach In The Walls,

Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour, And Caught Our Youth, And Wakened Us From Sleeping, With Hand Made Sure, Clear Eye, And Sharpened Power, To Turn, As Swimmers Into Cleanness Leaping.

All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

Yet, Behind The Night, Waits For The Great Unborn, Somewhere Afar, Some White Tremendous Daybreak.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Oh! Death Will Find Me Long Before I Tire Of Watching You.