Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise

For The Body At Best Is A Bundle Of Aches, Longing For Rest; It Cries When It Wakes.

Life Is A Quest And Love A Quarrel

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

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.

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.