Have you got a brook in your little heart
If I can stop one heart from breaking
Because I could not stop for Death
The morns are meeker than they were
Morns like these -- we parted --
There's something quieter than sleep
Heart! We will forget him!
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart --
"They have not chosen me," he said
Will there really be a "Morning"?
She died -- this was the way she died