Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

My life closed twice before its close

Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain --

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.