" My soul into the boughs does glide: there like a bird it sits, and sings, then whets, and combs its silver wings... "
Chapter 27 Epigraph
Author: Andrew Marvell
Work: The Garden
" For many a time I have been half in love with easeful death... "
W J Neatby Ode to a Nightingale
Chapter 28 Epigraph
Author: John Keats
Work: Ode to a Nightingale