My Business Is Circumference.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

I Wonder If It Hurts To Live, And If They Have To Try, And Whether, Could They Choose Between, They Would Not Rather Die.

No Life Can Pompless Pass Away - The Lowliest Career To The Same Pageant Wends Its Way As That Exalted Here -

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.