1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

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

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign