Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

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

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—