I Am Not Resigned To The Shutting

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

Blessed Be Death, That Cuts In Marble What Would Have Sunk To Dust!

Let Geese Gabble And Hiss, But Heroes Seek Release From Dusty Bondage Into Luminous Air.

So Up I Got In Anger, And Took A Book I Had, And Put A Ribbon On My Hair To Please A Passing Lad. And, "one Thing There's No Getting By -- I've Been A Wicked Girl," Said I; But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.