Till I Loved I Never Lived.

Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

Experiment Has A Stimulus Which Withers Its Fear.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

We Do Not Play On Graves— Because There Isn't Room— Besides—it Isn't Even—it Slants And People Come— And Put A Flower On It— And Hang Their Faces So— We're Fearing That Their Hearts Will Drop— And Crush Our Pretty Play— And So We Move As Far As Enemies—away— Just Looking Round To See How Far It Is—occasionally—