871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…