Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!