God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

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

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

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

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.