Life Must Go On; I

I Do Not Think There Is A Woman In Whom The Roots Of Passion Shoot Deeper Than In Me.

Lord I Do Fear / Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year.

To Be Grown Up Is To Sit At The Table With People Who Have Died, Who Neither Listen Nor Speak.

Under My Head Till Morning; But The Rain, Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight, That Tap And Sigh, Upon The Glass And Listen For Reply.

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.