Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—