O Lyric Love, Half Angel

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who Proudly Clung To Their First Fault, And Withered In Their Pride.

Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

Was There Nought Better Than To Enjoy? No Feat Which, Done, Would Make Time Break, And Let Us Pent-up Creatures Through Into Eternity, Our Due? No Forcing Earth Teach Heaven's Employ?