Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!

488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step

840 I cannot buy it’—'tis not sold’— There is no other in the World’— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—