786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—