Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.