The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

I Started Early, Took My Dog, And Visited The Sea; The Mermaids In The Basement Came Out To Look At Me

If I Read A Book And It Makes My Whole Body So Cold No Fire Can Ever Warm Me, I Know That Is Poetry.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night