Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

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—

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

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

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—