She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

You don't have to be a house to be haunted.

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb