The Face we choose to miss -
Be it but for a Day
As absent as a Hundred Years,
When it has rode away.

844
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,

691
Would you like summer? Taste of o
Spices? Buy here!
Ill! We have berries, for the par
Weary! Furloughs of down!

503
Better’—than Music! For I’—who h
I was used’—to the Birds’—before’
This’—was different’—'Twas Transl
Of all tunes I knew’—and more’—

515
No Crowd that has occurred
Exhibit—I suppose
That General Attendance
That Resurrection—does—

I saw the wind within her
I knew it blew for me '—
But she must buy my shelter
I asked Humility

The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,—
The sweeping up the heart,

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

1100
The last Night that She lived
It was a Common Night
Except the Dying—this to Us
Made Nature different

NATURE is what we see,
The Hill, the Afternoon—
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee
Nay—Nature is Heaven.
Nature is what we hear,