263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.