Judge Tenderly Of Me.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

Unable Are The Loved To Die For Love Is Immortality, Nay, It Is Deity - Unable They That Love - To Die For Love Reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

Suspense-is Hostiler Than Death-death- Tho Soever Broad, Is Just Death, And Cannot Increase- Suspense-does Not Conclude-.

Not If Their Party Were Waiting, Not If To Talk With Me Were To Them Now, Homesickness After Eternity.