Morning Without You Is A

Some Arrows Slay But Whom They Strike - But This Slew All But Him - Who So Appareled His Escape - Too Trackless For A Tomb

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

The Things Of Which We Want The Proof Are Those We Know The Best.

Those Who Have Not Found The Heaven Below, Will Fail Of It Above.

Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn Indicative That Suns Go Down; The Notice To The Startled Grass That Darkness Is About To Pass.