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

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

749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,