It Was The Winter Wild,

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

My Sentence Is For Open War.

I Must Not Quarrel With The Will Of Highest Dispensation, Which Herein, Haply Had Ends Above My Reach To Know.

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.