Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His

I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After.

I Got The Sexton, Who Was Digging Linton's Grave, To Remove The Earth Off Her Coffin Lid, And I Opened It. I Thought, Once, I Would Have Stayed There, When I Saw Her Face Again - It Is Hers Yet - He Had Hard Work To Stir Me; But He Said It Would Change, If The Air Blew On It.

The Entire World Is A Collection Of Memoranda That She Did Exist, And That I Have Lost Her.

But There's This One Difference: One Is Gold Put To The Use Of Paving-stones, And The Other Is Tin Polished To Ape A Service Of Silver. Mine Has Nothing Valuable About It; Yet I Shall Have The Merit Of Making It Go As Far As Such Poor Stuff Can Go. His Had First-rate Qualities, And They Are Lost, Rendered Worst Than Unavailing.

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.