Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise

That Which Has Quelled Me, Lives With Me, Accomplice In Catastrophe.

Although We Sometimes Did Without A Few Of Life's Necessities, We Rarely Lacked For Its Luxuries.

And What Are You That, Missing You, I Should Be Kept Awake As Many Nights As There Are Days With Weeping For Your Sake? And What Are You That, Missing You, As Many Days As Crawl I Should Be Listening To The Wind And Looking At The Wall? I Know A Man That’s A Braver Man And Twenty Men As Kind, And What Are You, That You Should Be The One Man In My Mind? Yet Women’s Ways Are Witless Ways, As Any Sage Will Tell,— And What Am I, That I Should Love So Wisely And So Well?

You See, I Am A Poet, And Not Quite Right In The Head, Darling. It’s Only That.

I Do Not Think There Is A Woman In Whom The Roots Of Passion Shoot Deeper Than In Me.