And How His Audit Stands Who Knows,

Make Me A Willow Cabin At Your Gate, And Call Upon My Soul Within The House; Write Loyal Cantons Of Contemned Love And Sing Them Loud Even In The Dead Of Night.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.