Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

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

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,