Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But Skin Deep.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Love Is The Art Of Hearts, And Heart Or Arts.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!