Without Music I Should Wish To Die.

Without Music I Should Wish To Die.

I Know What My Heart Is Like Since Your Love Died: It Is Like A Hollow Ledge Holding A Little Pool Left There By The Tide, A Little Tepid Pool, Drying Inward From The Edge.

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.

Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely.

My Candle Burns At Both Ends; It Will Not Last The Night; But Ah, My Foes, And Oh, My Friends - It Gives A Lovely Light!