Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

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

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith