99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.