My Life Closed Twice Before

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

I'm Nobody! Who Are You? Are You – Nobody – Too? Then There's A Pair Of Us? Don't Tell! They'd Advertise – You Know! How Dreary – To Be – Somebody! How Public – Like A Frog – To Tell One's Name – The Livelong June – To An Admiring Bog!

My Friends Are My Estate.