I Hope Your Rambles Have Been Sweet,

Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn Indicative That Suns Go Down; The Notice To The Startled Grass That Darkness Is About To Pass.

The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

Suspense-is Hostiler Than Death-death- Tho Soever Broad, Is Just Death, And Cannot Increase- Suspense-does Not Conclude-.

The Power To Console Is Not Within Corporeal Reach - Though Its Attempt Is Precious.