And What Is Life? - An Hour-glass

Love Lives With Nature, Not With Lust. Go Find Her In The Flowers.

I Long For Scenes Where Man Has Never Trod;... There To Abide With My Creator, God.

I Never Saw So Sweet A Face. As That I Stood Before. My Heart Has Left It Dwelling Place ... And Can Return No More.

He Could Not Die When The Trees Were Green, For He Loved The Time Too Well.

I Am: Yet What I Am None Cares Or Knows, My Friends Forsake Me Like A Memory Lost; I Am The Self-consumer Of My Woes, They Rise And Vanish In Oblivious Host, Like Shades In Love And Death's Oblivion Lost; And Yet I Am, And Live With Shadows Tost.