There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as
long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be
without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its
meaning of it were not balanced by sadness
" Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life
That to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not
If pain was love, then she loved fiercely.
Yet knew she could not be near that boy again "