It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,