Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

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—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—