160
Just lost, when I was saved!
Just felt the world go by!
Just girt me for the onset with E
When breath blew back,

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’—

841
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature’s Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

856
There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves—
A leisure of the Future—
A Wilderness of Size.

971
Robbed by Death’—but that was eas
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing’—
Robbed by Liberty

The Face we choose to miss -
Be it but for a Day
As absent as a Hundred Years,
When it has rode away.

143
For every Bird a Nest—
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking rou
Wherefore when boughs are free—

65
I can’t tell you’—but you feel it’
Nor can you tell me’—
Saints, with ravished slate and pe
Solve our April Day!

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 -

601
A still’—Volcano’—Life’—
That flickered in the night’—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight’—