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

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate