To Be Alive──is Power.

Love Is Done When Loves Begun, Sages Say, But Have Sages Known?

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

One Need Not Be A Chamber - To Be Haunted - One Need Not Be A House - The Brain - Has Corridors - Surpassing Material Place - Far Safer, Of A Midnight - Meeting External Ghost - Than An Interior - Confronting - That Cooler - Host. Far Safer, Through An Abbey - Gallop - The Stones A'chase - Than Moonless - One's A'self Encounter - In Lonesome Place - Ourself - Behind Ourself - Concealed - Should Startle - Most.

The Dandelion's Pallid Tube Astonishes The Grass, And Winter Instantly Becomes An Infinite Alas.