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—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—