Pain Has An Element Of Blank

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

... I Have No Letter From The Dead, Yet Daily Love Them More.

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night