On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—

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.

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

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

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

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