If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday