“Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.”

“Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!”

“That I shall love always, I argue theethat love is life,and life hath immortality”

“A Word that Breathes DistinctlyHas not the Power to Die”

“It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.It was not frost, for on my fleshI felt siroccos crawl,Nor fire, for just my marble feetCould keep a chancel cool.And yet it tasted like them all;The figures I have seenSet orderly, for burial,Reminded me of mine,As if my life were shavenAnd fitted to a frame,And could not breathe without a key;And I was like midnight, some,When everything that ticked has stopped,And space stares, all around,Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,Repeal the beating ground.But most like chaos,--stopless, cool,Without a chance or spar,--Or even a report of landTo justify despair.”

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

“Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.”