Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture