145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—