193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

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

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—