Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -

281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

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

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -