Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room

I Dwell In Possibility.

Exultation Is The Going Of An Inland Soul To Sea Past The Houses, Past The Headlands Into Deep Eternity! Bred As We, Among The Mountains Can The Sailor Understand The Divine Intoxication Of The First League Out From Land?

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

I Cannot Live With You, It Would Be Life, And Life Is Over There Behind The Shelf