Forever Is Composed Of Nows.

I Felt It Shelter To Speak To You.

He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

Not One Of All The Purple Host Who Took The Flag To-day Can Tell The Definition So Clear Of Victory, As He, Defeated, Dying, On Whose Forbidden Ear The Distant Strains Of Triumph Break Agonized And Clear.

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room