I cried in the darkness.
I could not slumber all the night, on account of my thought of him.
A letter was written to him to-day.
Nature and love! I am now living with them.
14th—I elaborated a nosegay.
The poet and uncle dignified themselves in frock-coats.
The coming of the coffin was slow.
Mr. Poet had proffered his own graveyard to let an unknown poet lodge there. “Is it because you want some one to greet you when you die?” I said in laughter.
I seated myself by a creek.
I entered involuntarily into the riddle of Life and Death.