No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself,

Say Not "a Small Event!" Why "small"? Costs It More Pain That This Ye Call A "great Event" Should Come To Pass From That? Untwine Me From The Mass Of Deeds Which Make Up Life, One Deed Power Shall Fall Short In Or Exceed!

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.

Death: The Grand Perhaps.