My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

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

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

We Trust In Plumed Procession For Such The Angels Go Rank After Rank, With Even Feet/and Uniforms Of Snow.

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.

Proud Of My Broken Heart Since Thou Didst Break It, Proud Of The Pain I Did Not Feel Till Thee, Proud Of My Night Since Thou With Moons Dost Slake It, Not To Partake Thy Passion, My Humility.