“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

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—