Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The

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

I Do Not Feel I Could Give Up All For Christ, Were I Called To Die.

Morning Without You Is A Dwindled Dawn.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

I Can Wade Grief -- Whole Pools Of It -- I'm Used To That -- But The Least Push Of Joy Breaks Up My Feet -- And I Tip -- Drunken -- Let No Pebble -- Smile -- 'twas The New Liquor -- That Was All!