The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.