The Past Is Not A Package One

A Bayonet's Contrition Is Nothing To The Dead.

To Lose Ones Faith-surpass The Loss Of An Estate- Because Estates Can Be Replenished- Faith Cannot-.

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

This Is The Hour Of Lead- Remembered, If Outlived, As Freezing Persons, Recollect The Snow- First-chill-then Stupor- Then The Letting Go---