Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.