913
And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning ros
Early and sere, its end

586
We talked as Girls do—
Fond, and late—
We speculated fair, on every subje
Of ours, none affair—

858
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure dr
The Day must follow too.

530
You cannot put a Fire out—
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan—
Upon the slowest Night—

827
The Only News I know
Is Bulletins all Day
From Immortality.
The Only Shows I see—

273
He put the Belt around my life
I heard the Buckle snap—
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up—

312
Her—“last Poems”—
Poets—ended—
Silver—perished—with her Tongue—
Not on Record—bubbled other,

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

538
’Tis true’—They shut me in the Co
But then’—Themselves were warm
And could not know the feeling ’tw
Forget it’—Lord’—of Them’—

260
Read—Sweet—how others—strove—
Till we—are stouter—
What they—renounced—
Till we—are less afraid—