And You Dropt, Lost, When

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

If I Shouldn't Be Alive When The Robins Come, Give The One In Red Cravat, A Memorial Crumb.

Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality.

I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.