Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)

Love That Endures, From Life That Disappears!

Yes, I Answered You Last Night; No, This Morning, Sir, I Say: Colors Seen By Candle-light Will Not Look The Same By Day.

I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and He Said, "write!"

My Sun Sets To Raise Again.