It Is Finished, Is Never Said Of

That It Will Never Come Again Is What Makes Life Sweet.

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.

Expectation Is Contentment - Gain Satiety.

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.