Because I Could Not Stop For Death,

Take All Away From Me, But Leave Me Ecstasy, And I Am Richer Then Than All My Fellow Men-.

But A Book Is Only The Heart's Portrait- Every Page A Pulse.

I Dwell In Possiblities.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead I Doubt If Even That From Such A Giant Were Withheld Were Flesh Equivalent But Love Is Tired And Must Sleep, And Hungry And Must Graze And So Abets The Shining Fleet Till It Is Out Of Gaze.

The Truth Dazzles Gradually, Or Else The World Would Be Blind.