Death Forerunneth Love To Win

Xi I Sang His Name Instead Of Song; Over And Over I Sang His Name: Backward And Forward I Sang It Along, With My Sweetest Notes, It Was Still The Same! I Sang It Low, That The Slave-girls Near Might Never Guess, From What They Could Hear, That All The Song Was A Name.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

Our Euripides The Human, With His Droppings Of Warm Tears, And His Touchings Of Things Common Till They Rose To Meet The Spheres.

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

True Knowledge Comes Only Through Suffering.