In Heaven It Is Always

Who Are A Little Wise The Best Fools Be.

The Phoenix Riddle Hath More Wit By Us, We Two Being One, Are It. So To One Neutral Thing Both Sexes Fit, We Die And Rise The Same, And Prove Mysterious By This Love.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels.

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

Between These Two, The Denying Of Sins, Which We Have Done, And The Bragging Of Sins, Which We Have Not Done, What A Space, What A Compass Is There, For Millions Of Millions Of Sins!