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

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

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

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

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

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom