382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

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

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—