Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

Safe Despair It Is That Raves- Agony Is Frugal. Puts Itself Severe Away For Its Own Perusal.

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

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

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?