XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

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

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—