These Blessed Candles Of The

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.