To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—