My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

I Cannot Live With You, It Would Be Life, And Life Is Over There Behind The Shelf

Love Is Like The Wild Rose-briar; Friendship Like The Holly-tree. The Holly Is Dark When The Rose-briar Blooms, But Which Will Bloom Most Constantly? The Wild Rose-briar Is Sweet In Spring ,its Summer Blossoms Scent The Air; Yet Wait Till Winter Comes Again, And Who Will Call The Wild-briar Fair? Then, Scorn The Silly Rose-wreath Now, And Deck Thee With Holly's Sheen, That, When December Blights Thy Brow, He Still May Leave Thy Garland Green.

One Step At A Time Is All It Takes To Get You There.