Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

I Stood Among Them, But Not Of Them: In A Shroud Of Thoughts Which Were Not Their Thoughts.

The Light Of Love, The Purity Of Grace, The Mind, The Music Breathing From Her Face, The Heart Whose Softness Harmonised The Whole — And, Oh! That Eye Was In Itself A Soul!

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live On.