Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of

Only Nature Knows How To Justly Proportion To The Fault The Punishment It Deserves.

Of Planets, Struggling Fierce Towards Heaven's Free Wilderness.

I Have Made My Bed In Charnels And On Coffins, Where Black Death Keeps Record Of The Trophies Won

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

There Is A Harmony In Autumn, And A Luster In Its Sky...