159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

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

LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament