I Dwell In Possibilities... A

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.

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness Falls To Each, Sometime.

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.