XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill