358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!