981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

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

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

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

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…

42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—