Behold This Little Bane- The Boon Of

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.

Had We Less To Say To Those We Love, Perhaps We Should Say It Oftener.

Till It Has Loved, No Man Or Woman Can Become Itself.

A Murmur In The Trees - To Note - Not Loud Enough - For Wind - A Star - Not Far Enough To Seek - Nor Near Enough - To Find

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men