I Watched Her Departure, As One Watches

I Am An Emptiness For Thee To Fill; My Soul A Cavern For Thy Sea

We Are Dwellers In A Divine Universe Where No Desires Are In Vain - If Only They Be Large Enough.

The Trees Bathed Their Great Heads In The Waves Of The Morning, While Their Roots Were Planted Deep In Gloom; Save Where On The Borders Of The Sunshine Broke Against Their Stems, Or Swept In Long Streams Through Their Avenues, Washing With Brighter Hue All The Leaves Over Which It Flowed; Revealing The Rich Brown Of The Dacayed Leaves And Fallen Pine-cones, And The Delicate Greens Of The Long Grasses And Tiny Forests Of Moss That Covered The Channel Over Which It Passed In The Motionless Rivers Of Light.

Alas! This Time Is Never The Time For Self-denial, It Is Always The Next Time. Abstinence Is So Much More Pleasant To Contemplate Upon The Other Side Of Indulgence.

As You Grow Ready For It, Somewhere Or Other You Will Find What Is Needful For You In A Book.