368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

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

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—