Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes

438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—