And At My Silent Window-sill The Jessamine

Glorious Are The Woods In Their Latest Gold And Crimson.

Christ Taught An Astonishing Thing About Physical Death: Not Merely That It Is An Experience Robbed Of Its Terror But That As An Experience It Does Not Exist At All. To "sleep In Christ," Like One That Wraps The Drapery Of His Couch About Him, And Lies Down To Pleasant Dreams.

Autumn, The Year's Last, Loveliest Smile.

All Great Poets Have Been Men Of Great Knowledge.

Error's Monstrous Shapes From Earth Are Driven They Fade, They Fly--but Truth Survives The Flight.