Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The

Our Euripides The Human, With His Droppings Of Warm Tears, And His Touchings Of Things Common Till They Rose To Meet The Spheres.

Earth May Embitter, Not Remove, The Love Divinely Given; And E'en That Mortal Grief Shall Prove The Immortality Of Love, And Lead Us Nearer Heaven.

For 'tis Not In Mere Death That Men Die Most.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.