To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

I Hide Myself Within My Flower That Wearing On Your Breast, You, Unsuspecting, Wear Me Too - And Angels Know The Rest. I Hide Myself Within My Flower, That, Fading From Your Vase, You, Unsuspecting, Feel For Me Almost A Loneliness.