Death: The Grand Perhaps.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.