Morning Without You Is A

She Rose To His Requirement, Dropped The Playthings Of Her Life To Take The Honorable Work Of Woman And Of Wife.

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

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

The Sun Just Touched The Morning; The Morning, Happy Thing, Supposed That He Had Come To Dwell, And Life Would Be All Spring.

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.