145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

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