My life had stood—a Loaded Gun—
In Corners—till a Day
The Owner passed—identified—
And carried Me away—
And now We roam in Sovereign Woo

A Death blow is a Life blow to S
Who till they died, did not alive
Who had they lived, had died but w
They died, Vitality begun.

242
When we stand on the tops of Thin
And like the Trees, look down—
The smoke all cleared away from it
And Mirrors on the scene—

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew

817
Given in Marriage unto Thee
Oh thou Celestial Host—
Bride of the Father and the Son
Bride of the Holy Ghost.

155
The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraft—yieldeth me—
If any ask me why—
’Twere easier to die—

123
Many cross the Rhine
In this cup of mine.
Sip old Frankfort air
From my brown Cigar.

72
Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.

550
I cross till I am weary
A Mountain—in my mind—
More Mountains—then a Sea—
More Seas—And then

IS Heaven a physician?
They say that He can heal;
But medicine posthumous
Is unavailable.
Is Heaven an exchequer?