We understood Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say, her body thought.

And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit, Can well direct him where to loo…

Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints forevermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, …

Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.

My intent is to tell the truth as I know it, realizing that what is true for me may be blasphemy for others.

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.…

And long we try in vain to speak and act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well - but 'tis not true!