Dying Is A Wild Night And A

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.

My Friends Are My Estate.

There Is No Silence In The Earth - So Silent As That Endured Which Uttered, Would Discourage Nature And Haunt The World.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.

Angels In The Early Morning May Be Seen The Dews Among. Stooping, Plucking, Smiling, Flying. Do The Buds To Them Belong?