You Can Stay Young As Long As

I Wonder If It Hurts To Live, And If They Have To Try, And Whether, Could They Choose Between, They Would Not Rather Die.

Forever Is Made Up Of Nows.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

How Softly Summer Shuts, Without The Creaking Of A Door.

Somewhere In My Soul A Thought Went Up In My Mind Today That I Have Had Before, But Did Not Finish, Some Way Back, I Could Not Fix The Year. Nor Where It Went, Nor Why It Came The Second Time To Me, Nor Definetly What It Was, Have I The Art To Say. But Somewhere In My Soul, I Know I've Met The Thing Before; It Just Reminded Me-' Twas All'-and Came My Way No More.