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

732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die