My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room

A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth - It Is Denied The Gods

Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

The Poet Lights The Light And Fades Away. But The Light Goes On And On.

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.