I See Thee Better In The Dark

Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Because I Could Not Stop For Death, He Kindly Stopped For Me; The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves And Immortality.

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.

We Do Not Play On Graves— Because There Isn't Room— Besides—it Isn't Even—it Slants And People Come— And Put A Flower On It— And Hang Their Faces So— We're Fearing That Their Hearts Will Drop— And Crush Our Pretty Play— And So We Move As Far As Enemies—away— Just Looking Round To See How Far It Is—occasionally—

The Soul Selects Her Own Society, Then Shuts The Door; On Her Divine Majority Obtrude No More.