852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

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