Ocupation: Poet
Life: February 26, 1802 - May 22, 1885
Birthday: February 26
Death: May 22
I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.
topic: Morning, Lying, Twilight, Alleys, Tombs