I Arise From Dreams Of Thee In

The Quick Dreams, The Passion-winged Ministers Of Thought.

The Jealous Keys Of Truth's Eternal Doors.

I Love Love -- Though He Has Wings, And Like Light Can Flee.

Love's Very Pain Is Sweet, But Its Reward Is In The World Divine Which, If Not Here, It Builds Beyond The Grave.

Whatever May Be His True And Final Destination, There Is A Spirit Within Him At Enmity With Nothingness And Dissolution. This Is The Character Of All Life And Being.