Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
How fares it with the happy dead?
Love is the only gold.
Either sex alone is half itself.
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.