A Drop Of Ink May

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.

For The Angel Of Death Spread His Wings On The Blast, And Breathed In The Face Of The Foe As He Passed; And The Eyes Of The Sleepers Waxed Deadly And Chill, And Their Hearts But Once Heaved, And For Ever Grew Still!

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.