Measure Not The Work Until The Day's

My Love For Him Was So Exquisitely Pure That If We All Were Capable Of Giving And Receiving Such A Beautiful Gift The World Would Be A Far More Brilliant Place; I Think We'd All Be Poets.

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange And Be All To Me?

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.