For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Death Is Another Life.

The Sole Equality On Earth Is Death.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Figures On A Dial. We Should Count Time By Heart Throbs. He Most Lives Who Thinks Most, Feels The Noblest, Acts The Best.