388
Take your Heaven further on—
This—to Heaven divine Has gone—
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e’en You had seen

951
As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result—
Affliction is inferred
By subsequent effect—

749
All but Death, can be Adjusted—
Dynasties repaired—
Systems—settled in their Sockets—
Citadels—dissolved—

607
Of nearness to her sundered Thing
The Soul has special times—
When Dimness—looks the Oddity—
Distinctness—easy—se ems—

679
Conscious am I in my Chamber,
Of a shapeless friend—
He doth not attest by Posture—
Nor Confirm—by Word—

417
Is it dead’—Find it’—
Out of sound’—Out of sight’—
“Happy”? Which is wiser’—
You, or the Wind?

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but since

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—

He ate and drank the precious Wor
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -
He danced along the dingy Days

Part One: Life
LI
IT tossed and tossed,—
A little brig I knew,—
O’ertook by blast,