Life Must Go On; I Forget Just

You Are Loved. If So, What Else Matters?

But You Were Something More Than Young And Sweet And Fair, - And The Long Year Remembers You.

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

What Should I Be But Just What I Am?

Cruel Of Heart, Lay Down My Song. Your Reading Eyes Have Done Me Wrong. Not For You Was The Pen Bitten, And The Mind Wrung, And The Song Written.