But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why,

I Know, But I Do Not Approve. And I Am Not Resigned.

I Know What My Heart Is Like Since Your Love Died: It Is Like A Hollow Ledge Holding A Little Pool Left There By The Tide, A Little Tepid Pool, Drying Inward From The Edge.

She Is Happy Where She Lies With The Dust Upon Her Eyes.

After All My Erstwhile Dear, My No Longer Cherished; Need We Say It Was Not Love, Just Because It Perished?

Soar, Eat Ether, See What Has Never Been Seen; Depart, Be Lost, But Climb.