The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.