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These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

If I Read A Book And It Makes My Whole Body So Cold No Fire Can Ever Warm Me, I Know That Is Poetry.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, That If The Heaven Inquire, He Will Not Be Obliged To Wait, Or Shy Of Troubling Her. Depart, Before The Host Has Slid The Bolt Upon The Door, To Seek For The Accomplished Guest, -- Her Visitor No More.

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

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.