Death Will Come When Thou

Think Ye By Gazing On Each Other's Eyes To Multiply Your Lovely Selves?

The Cemetery Is An Open Space Among The Ruins, Covered In Winter With Violets And Daisies. It Might Make One In Love With Death, To Think That One Should Be Buried In So Sweet A Place.

All Spirits Are Enslaved Which Serve Things Evil

Man Is Of Soul And Body, Formed For Deeds Of High Resolve; On Fancy's Boldest Wing.

What! Alive, And So Bold, O Earth?