553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

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

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold