I Have An Appetite For Silence.

They Say That 'home Is Where The Heart Is.' I Think It Is Where The House Is, And The Adjacent Buildings.

Dying Is A Wild Night And A New Road.

I Stepped From Plank To Plank So Slow And Cautiously; The Stars About My Head I Felt, About My Feet The Sea. I Knew Not But The Next Would Be My Final Inch,— This Gave Me That Precarious Gait Some Call Experience.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.