970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood