The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

September's Baccalaureate A Combination Is Of Crickets - Crows - And Retrospects And A Dissembling Breeze That Hints Without Assuming - An Innuendo Sear That Makes The Heart Put Up Its Fun And Turn Philosopher.

Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven A Knight So True

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

Not One Of All The Purple Host Who Took The Flag To-day Can Tell The Definition So Clear Of Victory, As He, Defeated, Dying, On Whose Forbidden Ear The Distant Strains Of Triumph Break Agonized And Clear.