Tell All The Truth, But Tell It

Dying Is A Wild Night And A New Road.

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

Sweet Skepticism Of The Heart That Knows And Does Not Know And Tosses Like A Fleet Of Balm Affronted By The Snow.

The Soul Unto Itself Is An Imperial Friend, - Or The Most Agonizing Spy - An Enemy - Could Send -

Good Times Are Always Mutual; That Is What Makes Good Times.