But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell.

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire Our only greatness is that we aspire.

What she doesn't say is just as important as what she does say -- but there's so much more of it. I think from now on I'm going to stick to what she actually d…

Embla lies with each thing, Ask looks and knows. Understanding without explanation they depart and separate.

I drifted for what felt like hours. Neither of us spoke; we knew better. Peace like this came rarely and was as fragile as a child's smile.