My Sun Sets To Raise Again.

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.i Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach, When Feeling Out Of Sight For The Ends Of Being And Ideal Grace.

Or From Browning Some "pomegranate," Which If Cut Deep Down The Middle Shows A Heart Within Blood-tinctured, Of A Veined Humanity.

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does Life.