509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?