In Michael’s Memory:
“With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence –o’er and o’er again.
Thinking of thee, still thee,
Till thought grew pain, and memory,
Like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless,
Wore my heart away!”
“They say love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.”
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”