Can Death Be Sleep, When Life Is

O For A Life Of Sensations Rather Than Of Thoughts!

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is Experienced.

That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.

All My Clear-eyed Fish, Golden, Or Rainbow-sided, Or Purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, Or Finn'd With Silvery Gauze... My Charming Rod, My Potent River Spells.

Here Are Sweet Peas, On Tiptoe For A Flight; With Wings Of Gentle Flush O'er Delicate White, And Taper Fingers Catching At All Things, To Bind Them All About With Tiny Rings.