244
It is easy to work when the soul i
But when the soul is in pain—
The hearing him put his playthings
Makes work difficult—then—

674
The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad—
Diviner Crowd at Home—
Obliterate the need—

267
Did we disobey Him?
Just one time!
Charged us to forget Him—
But we couldn’t learn!

911
Too little way the House must lie
From every Human Heart
That holds in undisputed Lease
A white inhabitant—

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

741
Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t
That arise and set about Us—
Other Tragedy
Perish in the Recitation—

900
What did They do since I saw The
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness

921
If it had no pencil
Would it try mine—
Worn—now—and dull—sweet,
Writing much to thee.

886
These tested Our Horizon—
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving
A Latitude.

A still —Volcano —Life —
That flickered in the night —
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight —
A quiet —Earthquake Style —