No Space Of Regret Can Make Amends

I Am Not Old, But My Young Way Was Never The Way To Age.

The Night Crept On Apace, The Moon Went Down, The Stars Grew Pale And Dim, And Morning, Cold As They, Slowly Approached. Then, From Behind A Distant Hill, The Noble Sun Rose Up, Driving The Mists In Phantom Shapes Before It, And Clearing The Earth Of Their Ghostly Forms Till Darkness Came Again.

Anything For The Quick Life, As The Man Said When He Took The Situation At The Lighthouse.

But The Words She Spoke Of Mrs Harris, Lambs Could Not Forgive ... Nor Worms Forget.

He Was Bolder In The Daylight-most Men Are.