Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.