You Take My Life When You Do

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

Is She Not Passing Fair?

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.