Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come

I . . . Am Small, Like The Wren, And My Hair Is Bold Like The Chestnut Burr; And My Eyes Like The Sherry In The Glass That The Guest Leaves.

Unable Are The Loved To Die For Love Is Immortality, Nay, It Is Deity - Unable They That Love - To Die For Love Reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.

The Friend Anguish Reveals Is The Slowest Forgot.

If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go Above Your Nerve