Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of The Minnows? Mark You His Absolute 'shall'?

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.