A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not

To Lose What We Have Never Owned Might Seem An Eccentric Bereavement, But Presumption Has Its Own Affliction As Well As Claim.

Some Arrows Slay But Whom They Strike - But This Slew All But Him - Who So Appareled His Escape - Too Trackless For A Tomb

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.

Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

Then, As Horizons Step, Or Noons Report Away,without The Formula Of Sound, It Passes, And We Stay:a Quality Of Loss Affecting Our Content.