I Never Lost As Much But Twice,

I See Thee Better In The Dark, I Do Not Need A Light. The Love Of Thee A Prism Be Excelling Violet. I See Thee Better For The Years That Hunch Themselves Between, The Miner’s Lamp Sufficient Be To Nullify The Mine. And In The Grave I See Thee Best— Its Little Panels Be A-glow, All Ruddy With The Light I Held So High For Thee! What Need Of Day To Those Whose Dark Hath So Surpassing Sun, It Seem It Be Continually At The Meridian?

My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun - In Corners - Till A Day The Owner Passed - Identified - And Carried Me Away -

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

To Live Is So Startling It Leaves Little Time For Anything Else.

It Is Better To Be The Hammer Than The Anvil.