‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

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—

462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed

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,

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!