You're Something Between A Dream And A

And If God Choose I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

The Tyrant Should Take Heed To What He Doth, Since Every Victim-carrion Turns To Use, And Drives A Chariot, Like A God Made Wroth, Against Each Piled Injustice.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.