Tread Softly! All The Earth Is Holy

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

She Cried, "laura," Up The Garden, "did You Miss Me? Come And Kiss Me. Never Mind My Bruises, Hug Me, Kiss Me, Suck My Juices Squeezed From Goblin Fruits For You, Goblin Pulp And Goblin Dew. Eat Me, Drink Me, Love Me; Laura, Make Much Of Me; For Your Sake I Have Braved The Glen And Had To Do With Goblin Merchant Men.

O Lord, I Cannot Plead My Love Of Thee: I Plead Thy Love Of Me: - The Shallow Conduit Hails The Unfathomed Sea.

She Gave Up Beauty In Her Tender Youth, Gave All Her Hope And Joy And Pleasant Ways; She Covered Up Her Eyes Lest They Should Gaze On Vanity, And Chose The Bitter Truth.

Hope Is Like A Hairball Trembling From Its Birth.