He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

Death Is A Supple Suitor, That Wins At Last. It Is A Stealthy Wooing; Conducted First By Pallid Innuendos And Dim Approach, But Brave At Last With Bugles.

How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

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

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several - Childhood - Some Forms Of Hope - The Dead.