After Such Knowledge, What Forgiveness?

But What Have I, But What Have I, My Friend, To Give You, What Can You Receive From Me? Only The Friendship And The Sympathy Of One About To Reach Her Journey's End.

Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into The Apple Tree.

His Laughter Tinkled Among The Teacups.

The Single Rose Is Now The Garden Where All Loves End

What Is This Self-inside Us, This Silent Observer, Severe And Speechless Critic, Who Can Terrorize Us, And Urge Us Onto Futile Activity, And In The End, Judge Us Still More Severely For The Errors Into Which His Own Reproaches Drove Us?