There Is In Every Miracle A Silent

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

Our Two Souls Therefore Which Are One, Though I Must Go, Endure Not Yet A Breach, But An Expansion, Like Gold To Airy Thinness Beat.

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.