"The Tint I cannot take – is best – The Color I can own – Is poorest – Doubtless I am still Too near the Sun –"

"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality."

"The Soul has Bandaged moments – When too appalled to stir – She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her –"

"The Spider holds a Silver Ball In honor of the Dew – The Gnat's enamored of the Stone – And dances in the Air –"

"To hang our head – ostensibly – And hide our Eyes – and weep – Is but a Ruse – to make our Pain The more acute – and deep –"