976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…