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

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

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

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!