Obedience Indeed Is Only The Pitiful And

And Bid Them Love Each Other And Be Blest: And Leave The Troop Which Errs, And Which Reproves, And Come And Be My Guest, - For I Am Love's.

A Sensitive Plant In A Garden Grew, And The Young Winds Fed It With Silver Dew, And It Opened Its Fan Like Leaves To The Light, And Closed Them Beneath The Kisses Of Night.

Ere Babylon Was Dust, The Magus Zoroaster, My Dead Child, Met His Own Image Walking In The Garden, That Apparition, Sole Of Men, He Saw.

A System Could Not Well Have Been Devised More Studiously Hostile To Human Happiness Than Marriage.

To Hope Till Hope Creates From Its Own Wreck The Thing It Contemplates.