Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which Stars Weep, Sweet With Joy.

And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But Skin Deep.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.