Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73