A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

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

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

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

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!