How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—