Solitude Is A Torment Which

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.

God Is So Omnipresent. . . . God Is An Angel In An Angel, And A Stone In A Stone, And A Straw In A Straw.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!