562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

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

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

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

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,