Birth: January 27, 1847 Death: March 17, 1918
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are..
Death is nothing at all; it does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room..
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until she fades on….
I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my familiar n….
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well..