One Need Not Be A Chamber To

I Could Not Stop For Death And He Did Not Stop For Me.

He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

Our Little Kinsmen After Rain In Plenty May Be Seen, A Pink And Pulpy Multitude The Tepid Ground Upon; A Needless Life If Seemed To Me Until A Little Bird As To A Hospitality Advanced And Breakfasted.

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several- Childhood-some Forms Of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may Sometimes Make A Journey- And Still Abide-.