Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme