Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

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

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,

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

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,