Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

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

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!