940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

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

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow