Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.

My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun - In Corners - Till A Day The Owner Passed - Identified - And Carried Me Away -

Till It Has Loved, No Man Or Woman Can Become Itself.

Eternity' Is There, We Say, As Of A Station. Meanwhile, He Is So Near, He Joins Me In My Ramble? Divides Abode With Me? No Friend Have I That So Persists As This Eternity.