I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

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

Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

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

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

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

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion