Without Hope We Live In Desire.

My Soul Tasted That Heavenly Food, Which Gives New Appetite While It Satiates.

Behold A God More Powerful Than I Who Comes To Rule Over Me.

When We Encountered A Band Of Souls Coming Along The Barrier, And Each Was Gazing At Us In The Evening People Gaze At One Another Under The New Moon

Like The Lark That Soars In The Air, First Singing, Then Silent, Content With The Last Sweetness That Satiates It, Such Seemed To Me That Image, The Imprint Of The Eternal Pleasure.

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.