Presentment is that long shadow on
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.

71
A throe upon the features—
A hurry in the breath—
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated “Death”—

576
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
Because they told me to—
But stopped, when qualified to gue
How prayer would feel—to me—

509
If anybody’s friend be dead
It’s sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive
At such and such a time—

940
On that dear Frame the Years had
Yet precious as the House
In which We first experienced Lig
The Witnessing, to Us—

485
To make One’s Toilette—after Dea
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still—

982
No Other can reduce
Our mortal Consequence
Like the remembering it be nought
A Period from hence

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!

306
The Soul’s Superior instants
Occur to Her—alone—
When friend—and Earth’s occasion
Have infinite withdrawn—

340
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?
I’d rather suit my foot