The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.

He guides me and the bird. In His good time!