What A Haunting, Inescapable Riddle Life Was.

As Soon As They're Out Of Your Sight, You Are Out Of Their Mind.

When I Lie Where Shades Of Darkness Shall No More Assail Mine Eyes.

Hi! Handsome Hunting Man Fire Your Little Gun. Bang! Now The Animal Is Dead And Dumb And Done. Nevermore To Peep Again, Creep Again, Leap Again, Eat Or Sleep Or Drink Again. Oh, What Fun!

He Got Out Of Bed And Peeped Through The Blinds. To The East And Opposite To Him Gardens And An Apple-orchard Lay, And There In Strange Liquid Tranquility Hung The Morning Star, And Rose, Rilling Into The Dusk Of Night The First Grey Of Dawn. The Street Beneath Its Autumn Leaves Was Vacant, Charmed, Deserted.

Too Late For Fruit, Too Soon For Flowers.