Earth Has One Angel Less And Heaven

Life Figures Itself To Me As A Festal Or Funereal Procession.

The Sorrow That Lay Cold In Her Mother's Heart... Converted It Into A Tomb.

Or-but This More Rarely Happened-she Would Be Convulsed With A Rage Of Grief, And Sob Out Her Love For Her Mother, In Broken Words, And Seem Intent On Proving That She Had A Heart, By Breaking It.

Death Should Take Me While I Am In The Mood.

Our Creator Would Never Have Made Such Lovely Days, And Have Given Us The Deep Hearts To Enjoy Them, Above And Beyond All Thought, Unless We Were Meant To Be Immortal.