46
I keep my pledge.
I was not called—
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.

616
I rose’—because He sank’—
I thought it would be opposite’—
But when his power dropped’—
My Soul grew straight.

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—

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

934
That is solemn we have ended
Be it but a Play
Or a Glee among the Garret
Or a Holiday

The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone -
I should not care to stop

781
To wait an Hour’—is long’—
If Love be just beyond’—
To wait Eternity’—is short’—
If Love reward the end’—

246
Forever at His side to walk—
The smaller of the two!
Brain of His Brain—
Blood of His Blood—

205
I should not dare to leave my frie
Because—because if he should die
While I was gone—and I—too late—
Should reach the Heart that wante

997
Crumbling is not an instant’s Act
A fundamental pause
Dilapidation’s processes
Are organized Decays.