Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.