138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—