410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,