600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—