You Can Stay Young As Long As

Experiment Has A Stimulus Which Withers Its Fear.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead.

Angels In The Early Morning May Be Seen The Dews Among. Stooping, Plucking, Smiling, Flying. Do The Buds To Them Belong?

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

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.