625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

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

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—