140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

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

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—