Vinnie Rocks Her Garden And Moans That

Endow The Living - With The Tears - You Squander On The Dead.

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

Banish Air From Air Divide Light If You Dare

When We Think Of His Lone Effort To Live And Its Bleak Reward, The Mind Turns To The Myth "for His Mercy Endureth Forever," With Confiding Revulsion.