There's Never An End For The Sea.

What Is This Love That More Than All The Cursed Deadly Or Any Other Of Its Great Movers So Moves The Soul And Soul What Is This Soul That More Than By Any Of Its Great Movers Is By Love So Moved?

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.

Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.