What is it to me when you tell me that sometime after I shall die too, somewhere, in a vague place you call Heaven, I shall see her again?
Do you think that the idea of that ever made any one's sorrow easier to bear?
Ever took the edge from any one's grief ?" "But you believe that----" "Oh, believe, believe!" echoed the other.

"What do I believe?
I don't know.

I believe, or I don't believe.

I can remember what she WAS, but I cannot hope what she will be.

Hope, after all, is only memory seen reversed.