All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.