Man has never been the same since God died.

Death devours all lovely things.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.