She Has Seen The Mystery Hid Under

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love, The Attribute, The Evidence, And End, The Consummation To The Inward Sense Of Beauty Apprehended From Without, I Still Call Love.

I, Who Had Had My Heart Full For Hours, Took Advantage Of An Early Moment Of Solitude, To Cry In It Very Bitterly. Suddenly A Little Hairy Head Thrust Itself From Behind My Pillow Into My Face, Rubbing Its Ears And Nose Against Me In A Responsive Agitation, And Drying The Tears As They Came.