Teach Us to Outlaugh our Sadness

But Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows, The Sun-Comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, Which Shows Nothing, and Is Nowhere, and Is Endless

Carrion Prince, Sing Without Pause, of All that Remained your Name

And once you're gone, you can't come back

At the still point of this turning world

The Great Dissolver

One thing you can't hide . . . is when you're crippled inside