In Heaven It Is Always

Let Not Thy Divining Heart Forethink Me Any Ill; Destiny May Take Thy Part, And May Thy Fears Fulfill.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be.

I Am Two Fools, I Know, For Loving, And For Saying So.

Our Two Souls Therefore Which Are One, Though I Must Go, Endure Not Yet A Breach, But An Expansion, Like Gold To Airy Thinness Beat.