Only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, towards that lost voice across the room.

“They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profou…”

“Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and …”

“Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love. So many pe…”

“One night they walked while the moon rose and poured a great burden of glory ov…”