The Person Who Does Not

God Only Acts And Is, In Existing Beings Or Men.

And We Are Put On Earth A Little Space, That We May Learn To Bear The Beams Of Love.

Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As Jealousy.

The Poison Tree I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe; I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow. And I Water'd It In Fears, Night & Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With My Smiles And With Soft Deceitful Wiles. And It Grew Both Day And Night, Till It Bore An Apple Bright; And My Foe Beheld It Shine, And He Knew That It Was Mine, And Into My Garden Stole When The Night Had Veil'd The Pole: In The Morning Glad I See My Foe Outstretch'd Beneath The Tree.

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.