I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind-

The Supernatural Is Only The Natural Disclosed.

Some Arrows Slay But Whom They Strike - But This Slew All But Him - Who So Appareled His Escape - Too Trackless For A Tomb

Ample Make This Bed. Make This Bed With Awe; In It Wait Till Judgment Break Excellent And Fair. Be Its Mattress Straight, Be Its Pillow Round; Let No Sunrise’ Yellow Noise Interrupt This Ground.

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

How Softly Summer Shuts, Without The Creaking Of A Door.