The heart will break, but broken live on.
The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.