Eve is a twofold mystery.
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.