923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

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

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

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—

Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…

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

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!