In youth my wings were strong and tireless, But I did not know the mountains. In age I knew the mountains But my weary wings could nto follow my visi… - Edgar Lee Masters

To all in the village I seemed, no doubt,
To go this way and that way, aimlesssly.
But here by the river you can see at twilight
The soft-winged bats fly zig-zag here and there-
They must fly so to catch their food.
And if you have ever lost your way at night
In the deep wood near Miller's Ford,
And dodged this way and now that,
Wherever the light of the Milky Way shone through,
Trying to find the path,
You should understand I sought the way
With earnest zeal, and all my wanderings
Were wanderings in the quest.

There is something about Death
Like love itself!
If with some one with whom you have known passion,
And the glow of youthful love,
You also, after years of life
Together, feel the sinking of the fire,
And thus fade away together,
Gradually, faintly, delicately,
As it were in each other's arms,
Passing from the familiar room-
That is a power of unison between souls
Like love itself!

Act well your part,
there all the honor lies.