Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

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

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

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

The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—