How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

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

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

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—