Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish,

A Letter Always Seemed To Me Like Immortality Because It Is The Mind Alone Without Corporeal Friend.

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

Home Is The Definition Of God.

How Softly Summer Shuts, Without The Creaking Of A Door.

I Hide Myself Within My Flower That Wearing On Your Breast, You, Unsuspecting, Wear Me Too - And Angels Know The Rest. I Hide Myself Within My Flower, That, Fading From Your Vase, You, Unsuspecting, Feel For Me Almost A Loneliness.