Death Has A Hundred Hands And Walks

For Us, There Is Only The Trying. The Rest Is Not Our Business.

He Who Was Living Is Now Dead We Who Were Living Are Now Dying With A Little Patience.

The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And Dying.

Time Present And Time Past / Are Both Perhaps Present In Time Future.

And Through The Spaces Of The Dark Midnight Shakes The Memory As A Madman Shakes A Dead Geranium.