645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity