I died for Beauty - but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room -He questioned softly "Why I failed"? "For Beauty", I replied - "And I - for Truth - Themself are One - We Bretheren, are", …

If you were coming in the Fall,I'd brush the Summer byWith half a smile, and half a spurn,As Housewives do, a Fly.If I could see you in a year,I'd wind the months in balls―And put them each in separate Drawers,For fear the numbers fuse―If …