575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

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

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…