I Started Early, Took My

A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not The Power To Die

Nature Is A Haunted House--but Art--is A House That Tries To Be Haunted.

Opinion Is A Fitting Thing But Truth Outlasts The Sun - If Then We Cannot Own Them Both, Possess The Oldest One.

We Do Not Play On Graves— Because There Isn't Room— Besides—it Isn't Even—it Slants And People Come— And Put A Flower On It— And Hang Their Faces So— We're Fearing That Their Hearts Will Drop— And Crush Our Pretty Play— And So We Move As Far As Enemies—away— Just Looking Round To See How Far It Is—occasionally—

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain