Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it, - Emily Dickinson

Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or doom.

What fortitude the soul contains
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door?

Lad of Athens, faithful be
To thyself,
And Mystery -
All the rest is Perjury

Good Morning — Midnight — I'm coming Home — Day — got tired of Me — How could I — of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place — I liked to stay — But Morn — didn't want me — now — So — Goodnight — Day!

I can look — can't I — When the East is Red?
The Hills — have a way — then — That puts the Heart — abroad — You — are not so fair — Midnight — I chose — Day — But — please take a little Girl — He turned away!