Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

The Bustle In A House The Morning After Death Is Solemnest Of Industries Enacted Upon Earth,-- The Sweeping Up The Heart, And Putting Love Away We Shall Not Want To Use Again Until Eternity

I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet-/yet Confident They Run.

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.