116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -