The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark