I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

The only secret people keep is immortality.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.