This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

Truth - is as old as God-.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane