820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.

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

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—