Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.