Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee,

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night

Because I Could Not Stop For Death, He Kindly Stopped For Me; The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves And Immortality.

Behold This Little Bane- The Boon Of All Alive- As Common As It Is Unknown The Name Of It Is Love.

The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.