Man Partly Is And Wholly

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.