There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.

A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.

That was when the ones who smiled Were the dead, glad to be at rest.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

A choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me.

The word dropped like a stone on my still living breast. Confess: I was prepared, am somehow ready for the test.

I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body.