She Burned Too Bright For This World.

Vain Are The Thousand Creeds That Move Men's Hearts, Unutterably Vain; Worthless As Withered Weeds, Or Idlest Froth Amid The Boundless Main.

She Went Of Her Own Accord,' Answered The Master; 'she Has A Right To Go If She Please. Trouble Me No More About Her. Hereafter She Is Only Me Sister In Name: Not Because I Disown Her, But Because She Has Disowned Me.

Yes, As My Swift Days Near Their Goal, 'tis All That I Implore: In Life And Death A Chainless Soul, With Courage To Endure.

I Cannot Live Without My Life! I Cannot Live Without My Soul!

Terror Made Me Cruel.