We Give Each Other A

For I Am Every Dead Thing In Whom Love Wrought New Alchemy For His Art Did Express A Quintessence Even From Nothingness, From Dull Privations, And Lean Emptiness He Ruined Me, And I Am Re-begot Of Absence, Darkness, Death; Things Which Are Not.

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

On A Huge Hill, Cragged, And Steep, Truth Stands, And Hee That Will Reach Her, About Must, And About Must Goo.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.

We Give Each Other A Smile With A Future In It