E10: This was a Poet -

E9: Grief is a Mouse

E8: My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun -

E7: The Future never spoke

E6: A little Madness in the Spring

E5: Sang from the Heart, Sire

E4: This is my letter to the World

E2: It feels a shame to be Alive -

E1: “Hope” is the thing with feathers

E10: You cannot put a Fire out

E9: I Like a Look of Agony

E8: I'm Nobody! Who are you?

E7: Forever - is composed of Nows

E6: Split the lark

E5: Forbidden Fruit a flavor has

E4: The Daisy follows soft the Sun

E3: The only Ghost I ever saw

E2: Fame is a fickle food

E1: Before I got my eye put out

E10: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

E9: ‘Faith’ is a fine invention

E8: There’s a certain Slant of light

E7: We lose - because we win

E6: A brief, but patient illness

E5: I am afraid to own a Body

E4: Alone, I cannot be

E3: Wild nights

E2: I have never seen ‘Volcanoes’