Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life

The Heaven Of Poetry And Romance Still Lies Around Us And Within Us.

My Own Thoughts Are My Companions.

Good-night! Good-night! As We So Oft Have Said Beneath This Roof At Midnight, In The Days That Are No More, And Shall No More Return. Thou Hast But Taken Up Thy Lamp And Gone To Bed; I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

All Was Silent As Before - All Silent Save The Dripping Rain.

Silently, One By One, In The Infinite Meadows Of Heaven, Blossomed The Lovely Stars, The Forget-me-nots Of The Angels.