You Are Loved. If So, What Else

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

Father, I Beg Of Thee A Little Task To Dignify My Days, 'tis All I Ask.

Guess I'll Weep Awhile. Guess I Won't, I Mean.

God, I Can Push The Grass Apart And Lay My Finger On Thy Heart.

But You, You Foolish Girl, You Have Gone Home To A Leaky Castle Across The Sea To Lie Awake In Linen Smelling Of Lavender, And Hear The Nightingale, And Long For Me.