906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

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

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure