My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Night Conceals A World But Reveals A Universe.

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.