793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

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

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—