If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

Neither Love Me For Thine Own Dear Pity's Wiping My Cheeks Dry, A Creature Might Forget To Weep, Who Bore Thy Comfort Long, And Lose Thy Love, Thereby! But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou Mayst Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.

Every Age, Through Being Beheld Too Close, Is Ill-discerned By Those Who Have Not Lived Past It.