663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—

508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,

There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.

Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life

197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!

40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people

Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships

A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day

There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…