306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

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—

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

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

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—