521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

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

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—