Opinion Is A Fitting Thing But Truth

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.

I Argue Thee That Love Is Life. And Life Hath Immortality.

I Could Not Stop For Death And He Did Not Stop For Me.

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.