The Only Secret People Keep Is Immortality.

She Died--this Was The Way She Died; And When Her Breath Was Done, Took Up Her Simple Wardrobe And Started For The Sun. Her Little Figure At The Gate The Angels Must Have Spied, Since I Could Never Find Her Upon The Mortal Side.

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

I Have An Appetite For Silence.

He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.