46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—