A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally

Tis Not That Dieing Hurts Us So- Tis Living- Hurts Us More.

Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Earth

Just Girt Me For The Onset With Eternity, When Breath Blew Back, And On The Other Side I Heard Recede The Disappointed Tide!

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

Dreams Are The Subtle Dower That Make Us Rich An Hour Then Fling Us Poor Out Of The Purple Door.