For 'tis Not In Mere Death That

My Sun Sets To Raise Again.

I Have Done Most Of My Talking By Post Of Late Years--as People Shut Up In Dungeons Take Up With Scrawling Mottoes On The Walls.

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?

Never Say No When The World Says Aye.

For Poets (bear The Word) Half-poets Even, Are Still Whole Democrats.