Go Practice If You Please With Men

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".