Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—