. . . . W h i s p e r s o f E t e r n i t y . . . .
. . . . Jesse Reeves . . . .
'Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.
Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.
-Walter De La Mare
(excerpt) When the Rose is Faded
