My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

Endow The Living - With The Tears - You Squander On The Dead.

A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not The Power To Die

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.