440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

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

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—