Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

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

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.