I Count All That Part Of My

Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does Not Press Men; Christ Is Served With Voluntaries.

In Heaven It Is Always Autumn.

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

The Phoenix Riddle Hath More Wit By Us, We Two Being One, Are It. So To One Neutral Thing Both Sexes Fit, We Die And Rise The Same, And Prove Mysterious By This Love.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.