O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

My heart is like a singing bird.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.