This Wretched Brain Gave Way, And I

It May Help Us, In Those Times Of Trouble, To Remember That Love Is Not Only About Relationship, It Is Also An Affair Of The Soul.

Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me.

From Plants That Wake When Others Sleep, From Timid Jasmine Buds That Keep Their Odour To Themselves All Day, But When The Sunlight Dies Away Let The Delicious Secret Out To Every Breeze That Roams About.

Here Bring Your Wounded Hearts, Here Tell Your Anguish; Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.