There'S Something Quieter Than Sleep Within This Inner Room! It Wears A Sprig Upon Its Breast, And Will Not Tell Its Name. Some Touch It And Some Kiss It, Some Chafe Its Idle Hand; It Has A Simple Gravity I Do Not Understand! While Simple-Hearted Neighbors Chat Of The 'Early Dead,' We, Prone To Periphrasis, Remark That Birds Have Fled!