788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling