‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

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

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—