Monthly Archives: September 2019

    Close the door. my friend, close the door.   Drop the mantle round, lay your tired frame down.   Close the door, my friend, close the door.   Flow the blood, beat the heart, lift breath no more. … Continue reading →

Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch.   A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be– to be, And oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this, And a holy thing, a holy thing … Continue reading →