They say that “Time assuages” - Time never did assuage - An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age - Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

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

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory.

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