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

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

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—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…