Guess Now Who Holds Thee?'--'death,' I Said.

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)

Silence Is The Best Response To A Fool.

Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible