LOVE, THOU hast made great my life with death's magnificence, and hast tinted all my thoughts and dreams with radiant hues of thy farewell rays. The tear-washed limpid light reveals at life's last sunset-point the hints of Paradise, where descending flame of Kiss from starry sphere of love lights the sorrows of our earth to splendour of their end, in one blazing ecstasy of uttermost extinction. Love, thou hast made one vast wonder Life and Death for me.
MY WORLD, when I was a child, you were a little girl-neighbour, a loving timid stranger. Then you grew bold and talked to me across the fence, offering me toys and flowers and shells. Next you coaxed me away from my work, you tempted me into the land of the dusk or the weedy corner of some garden in mid-day loneliness. At length you told me stories about bygone times, with which the present ever longs to meet so as to be rescued from its prison in the moment.