Saying Nothing... Sometimes Says The Most.

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

There Is No Frigate Like A Book To Take Us Lands Away Nor Any Coursers Like A Page Of Prancing Poetry.

God's Little Blond Blessing We Have Long Deemed You, And Hope His So-called Will Will Not Compel Him To Revoke You.

There Is A Pain So Utter, It Swallows Being Up; The Covers The Abyss With A Trance So Memory Can Step Around, Across, Upon It.

A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth - It Is Denied The Gods