There's A Certain Slant Of Light, On

I Measure Every Grief I Meet With Narrow, Probing Eyes - I Wonder If It Weighs Like Mine - Or Has An Easier Size.

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.

I Argue Thee That Love Is Life. And Life Hath Immortality.