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Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between— For Stranger—Strangers d...

Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One— Surfeit! When the Daffodil Doth of the Dew— Even as...

Let Us play Yesterday – I – the Girl at school – You – and Eternity – the Untold Tale – Easing my famine At my Lexicon – Logarithm – had I –...

Grief is a Mouse — And chooses the Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House — And baffles quest— Grief is a Thief — quick startled — Pricks ...

Ah, Teneriffe—Receding Mountain— Purples of Ages halt for you— Sunset reviews her Sapphire Regiments — Day—drops you His Red Adieu! Still cl...

Precious to Me — She still shall be — Though She forget the name I bear — The fashion of the Gown I wear — The very Color of My Hair — So li...

We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s Act— And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by— It intimates the finer want— Wh...

Where Thou art — that — is Home Cashmere — or Calvary — the same — Degree — or Shame — I scarce esteem Location's Name — So I may Come —...