A Dominie In Gray-- Put

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

I Miss The Grasshoppers Much, But Suppose It Is All For The Best. I Should Become Too Much Attached To A Trotting World.

We Trust In Plumed Procession For Such The Angels Go Rank After Rank, With Even Feet/and Uniforms Of Snow.

I Could Not Stop For Death And He Did Not Stop For Me.

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.