549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.