Love Is Not All: It Is Not

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

You Wrote Me A Beautiful Letter, I Wonder If You Meant It To Be As Beautiful As It Was. I Think You Did; For Somehow I Know That Your Feeling For Me, However Slight It Is, Is Of The Nature Of Love... When You Tell Me To Come, I Will Come, By The Next Train, Just As I Am. This Is Not Meekness, Be Assured; I Do Not Come Naturally By Meekness; Know That It Is A Proud Surrender To You.

I Shall Die, But That Is All That I Shall Do For Death; I Am Not On His Pay-roll.

I Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground.

And Her Voice Is A String Of Colored Beads, Or Steps Leading Into The Sea.