Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Who then will explain the explanation?
The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
There is music in all things, if men had ears.