Death Devours All Lovely Things.

I Only Know That Summer Sang In Me A Little While, That In Me Sings No More.

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

It's Not True That Life Is One Damn Thing After Another; It Is One Damn Thing Over And Over.

I Will Come Back To You, I Swear I Will; And You Will Know Me Still. I Shall Be Only A Little Taller Than When I Went.

After All My Erstwhile Dear, My No Longer Cherished; Need We Say It Was Not Love, Just Because It Perished?