As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—