Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead-

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers And Went To Sleep. The Day Was Warm, And Winds Were Prosy; I Said: "'t Will Keep." I Woke And Chid My Honest Fingers,— The Gem Was Gone; And Now An Amethyst Remembrance Is All I Own.

The Only Secret People Keep Is Immortality.