I Could Not Stop For Death And

How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

Faith—is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not— Too Slender For The Eye It Bears The Soul As Bold As It Were Rocked In Steel With Arms Of Steel At Either Side— It Joins—behind The Veil To What, Could We Presume The Bridge Would Cease To Be To Our Far, Vacillating Feet A First Necessity.

I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech - I Fear A Silent Man - Haranguer - I Can Overtake - Or Babbler - Entertain - But He Who Weigheth - While The Rest - Expend Their Furthest Pound - Of This Man - I Am Wary - I Fear That He Is Grand -

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

The Pedigree Of Honey Does Not Concern The Bee; A Clover, Any Time, To Him Is Aristocracy.