Life Must Go On; I Forget Just

Soar, Eat Ether, See What Has Never Been Seen; Depart, Be Lost, But Climb.

It's Not Love's Going Hurts My Days But That It Went In Little Ways.

Death Devours All Lovely Things; Lesbia With Her Sparrow Shares The Darkness--presently Every Bed Is Narrow.

There Isn't A Train I Wouldn't Take, No Matter Where It's Going.

I Dread No More The First White In My Hair, Or Even Age Itself, The Easy Shoe, The Cane, The Wrinkled Hands, The Special Chair: Time, Doing This To Me, May Alter Too My Anguish, Into Something I Can Bear