My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
Silence 'tis awe decrees.
I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.