What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will

The Pedigree Of Honey Does Not Concern The Bee; A Clover, Any Time, To Him Is Aristocracy.

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me

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

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.