955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,