We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

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

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…

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

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills