She Is Happy Where She Lies With

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Appears Willfully In Public Eye With His Pants Down.

But Far, Oh, Far As Passionate Eye Can Reach, And Long, Ah, Long As Rapturous Eye Can Cling, The World Is Mine: Blue Hill, Still Silver Lake, Broad Field, Bright Flower, And The Long White Road A Gateless Garden, And An Open Path: My Feet To Follow, And My Heart To Hold.

... But The Rain Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight