Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

365 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

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –