O World, I Cannot Hold

I Know What My Heart Is Like Since Your Love Died: It Is Like A Hollow Ledge Holding A Little Pool Left There By The Tide, A Little Tepid Pool, Drying Inward From The Edge.

A Grave Is Such A Quiet Place.

I Saw And Heard, And Knew At Last The How And Why Of All Things, Past, And Present, And Forevermore.

Heap Not On This Mound Roses That She Loved So Well; Why Bewilder Her With Roses That She Cannot See Or Smell.

If Ever I Said In Grief Or Pride, I'd Tired Of Honest Things, I Lied.