834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—