Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond

To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce The Sea.

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

At Least To Pray Is Left - Is Left Oh Jesus - In The Air - I Know Not Which Thy Chamber Is - I'm Knocking Everywhere.

I Could Not Stop For Death And He Did Not Stop For Me.

I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb, When One Who Died For Truth Was Lain In An Adjoining Room. He Questioned Softly Why I Failed? "for Beauty," I Replied. "and I For Truth, The Two Are One; We Brethren Are," He Said. And So, As Kinsmen Met A Night, We Talked Between The Rooms, Until The Moss Had Reached Our Lips, And Covered Up Our Names.