761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—