The Distance That The Dead Have Gone

They Might Not Need Me; But They Might. I'll Let My Head Be Just In Sight; A Smile As Small As Mine Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.

My Friends Are My Estate.

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally Rides

The Distance That The Dead Have Gone Does Not At First Appear- Their Coming Back Seems Possible For Many An Ardent Year.

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.