Talk Not Of Wasted Affection - Affection

Truly, This World Can Go On Without Us, If We Would But Think So.

Gone Are The Birds That Were Our Summer Guests.

Even Cities Have Their Graves!

The Day Is Done, And The Darkness Falls From The Wings Of Night, As A Feather Is Wafted Downward From An Eagle In His Flight.

Two Ways The Rivers Leap Down To Different Seas, And As They Roll Grow Deep And Still, And Their Majestic Presence Becomes A Benefaction To The Towns They Visit, Wandering Silently Among Them, Like Patriarchs Old Among Their Shining Tents.