Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

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

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

“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

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.