I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

You Remember My Ideal Cat Has Always A Huge Rat In Its Mouth, Just Going Out Of Sight - Though Going Out Of Sight In Itself Has A Peculiar Pleasure.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

Safe Despair It Is That Raves- Agony Is Frugal. Puts Itself Severe Away For Its Own Perusal.

If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go Above Your Nerve