The Dandelion's Pallid Tube Astonishes

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

Time Is Short And Full, Like An Outgrown Frock - .

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul - And Sings The Tunes Without The Words - And Never Stops At All.

... I Have No Letter From The Dead, Yet Daily Love Them More.

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.