Dying Is A Wild Night And A

No Ladder Needs The Bird But Skies To Situate Its Wings, Nor Any Leaders Grim Baton Arraigns It As It Sings.

Remorse Is Cureless--the Disease Not Even God--can Heal-- For 'tis His Institution--and The Adequate Of Hell

The Past Is Such A Curious Creature To Look Her In The Face A Transport May Receipt Us Or A Disgrace-.

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several - Childhood - Some Forms Of Hope - The Dead.

I Cannot Live With You, It Would Be Life, And Life Is Over There Behind The Shelf