Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does

I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.

What Monster Have We Here? A Great Deed At This Hour Of Day? A Great Just Deed - And Not For Pay? Absurd - Or Insincere?

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

We Have Hearts Within, Warm, Live, Improvident, Indecent Hearts.