I can't say I've seen his name inscribed on some great architectural monument. I can't say that I've ever heard anyone mention his name. Mary J. Moore and on another day she became Mrs. M. J. Scott. Young lady, young man don't bury your head in the Twentieth Century's sand. Come read to me some poem from your heart.
Real love stands when the tree is gone, much unlike the vine.
Noticing the dates, I wondered about the impact of the dates of birth and death on their togetherness. Credit is given on the medium used to present the material 2.