224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—