Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

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