Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease

The Soul, At Peace, Reflects The Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning's Transient Shower.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease Of Pain.

There Is No Comfort Looking Forth Nor Back, The Present Gives The Lie To All Her Past.

Kindle The Taper Like The Steadfast Star Ablaze On Evening's Forehead O'er The Earth, And Add Each Night A Lustre Till Afar An Eightfold Splendor Shine Above Thy Hearth.