Life Is A Quest And Love A

She Is Happy Where She Lies With The Dust Upon Her Eyes.

Oh, Friend, Forget Not, When You Fain Would Note In Me A Beauty That Was Never Mine, How First You Knew Me In A Book I Wrote, How First You Loved Me For A Written Line.

That Is My Being, The Madness Of An Unaccustomed Mood.

My Heart Is Warm With The Friends I Make, And Better Friends I'll Not Be Knowing, Yet There Isn't A Train I Wouldn't Take, No Matter Where It's Going.

What Terrible Fear Causes Man To Address The Void As Thou?