But A Book Is Only

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn Indicative That Suns Go Down; The Notice To The Startled Grass That Darkness Is About To Pass.

Elysium Is As Far As To The Very Nearest Room, If In That Room A Friend Await Felicity Of Doom.