698
Life’—is what we make of it’—
Death’—we do not know’—
Christ’s acquaintance with Him
Justify Him’—though’—

463
I live with Him — I see His face
I go no more away
For Visitor — or Sundown —
Death's single privacy

427
I'll clutch — and clutch —
Next — One — Might be the golden
Could take it —
Diamonds — Wait —

Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets
And Crews– of solid Blood –
Did place upon the West– Tonight
As ’twere specific Ground -
And They– appointed Creatures –

Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on.

931
Noon’—is the Hinge of Day’—
Evening’—the Tissue Door’—
Morning’—the East compelling the
Till all the World is ajar’—

52
Whether my bark went down at sea—
Whether she met with gales—
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails—

THE heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;

“Morning”'—means “Milking”'—to th
Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’—
Dice’—to the Maid’—
Morning means just Risk’—to the L
Just revelation’—to the Beloved’—

845
Be Mine the Doom—
Sufficient Fame—
To perish in Her Hand!