Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

Endow The Living - With The Tears - You Squander On The Dead.

I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.

Elysium Is As Far As To The Very Nearest Room, If In That Room A Friend Await Felicity Of Doom.