LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.

132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—

298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—

I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…

XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,

135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad