Saying Nothing... Sometimes Says The Most.

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?

Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

Somewhere In My Soul A Thought Went Up In My Mind Today That I Have Had Before, But Did Not Finish, Some Way Back, I Could Not Fix The Year. Nor Where It Went, Nor Why It Came The Second Time To Me, Nor Definetly What It Was, Have I The Art To Say. But Somewhere In My Soul, I Know I've Met The Thing Before; It Just Reminded Me-' Twas All'-and Came My Way No More.

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.