His Words, Like So Many

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse

Come To The Sunset Tree! The Day Is Past And Gone; The Woodman's Axe Lies Free, And The Reaper's Work Is Done.

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

What If Earth Be But The Shadow Of Heaven And Things Therein - Each Other Like, More Than On Earth Is Thought?