I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.