509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—