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
The only secret people keep is immortality.
Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
Love can do all but raise the Dead.
How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.