Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I seek no copy now of life's first half: Leave here the pages with long musing curled, And write me new my future's epigraph, New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.