I Will Not Look Upon The Quickening

Yesternight The Sun Went Hence, And Yet Is Here Today.

I Will Not Look Upon The Quickening Sun, But Straight Her Beauty To My Sense Shall Run; The Air Shall Note Her Soft, The Fire Most Pure; Water Suggest Her Clear, And The Earth Sure; Time Shall Not Lose Our Passages.

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

Love Is Strong As Death; But Nothing Else Is As Strong As Either; And Both, Love And Death, Met In Christ. How Strong And Powerful Upon You, Then, Should That Instruction Be, That Comes To You From Both These, The Love And Death Of Jesus Christ!