Endears in the departure How doubly more Than all the golden presence It was before! III. They say that 'time assuages,' Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble, But not a remedy. If such it prove, it prove too There was no malady. IV. We cover thee, sweet face. Not that we tire of thee, But that thyself fatigue of us; Remember, as thou ee, We follow thee until Thou notice us no more, And then, reluctant, turn away To con thee o'er and o'er, And blame the scanty love We were content to show, Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold If thou would'st take it now. V. ENDING. That is solemn we have ended, Be it but a play, Or a glee among the garrets, Or a holiday, Or a leaving home; or later, Parting with a world We have understood, for better Still it be unfurled. VI.

The stimulus, beyond the grave His countenance to see, Supports me like imperial drams Afforded royally. VII. Given in marriage unto thee, Given in marriage unto thee, Oh, thou celestial host! Bride of the Father and the Son, Bride of the Holy Ghost! Other betrothal shall dissolve, Wedlock of will decay; Only the keeper of this seal Conquers mortality. VIII. That such have died enables us The tranquiller to die; That such have lived, certicate For immortality. IX. They won't frown always, some sweet day When I forget to tease, They'll recollect how cold I looked, And how I just said 'please.' Then they will hasten to the door To call the little child, Who cannot thank them, for the ice That on her lisping piled. X. IMMORTALITY. It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one's hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we've immortal place,

Though pyramids decay, And kingdoms, like the orchard, Flit russetly away. XI. The distance that the dead have gone Does not at rst appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect. XII. How dare the robins sing, When men and women hear Who since they went to their account Have settled with the year! Paid all that life had earned In one consummate bill, And now, what life or death can do Is immaterial. Insulting is the sun To him whose mortal light, Beguiled of immortality, Bequeaths him to the night. In deference to him Extinct be every hum, Whose garden wrestles with the dew, At daybreak overcome! XIII. DEATH. Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the knife, Bafe, if it cost you Everything in life. Then, if it have burrowed

Out of reach of skill, Ring the tree and leave it, 'T is the vermin's will. XIV. UNWARNED. 'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou No station in the day? 'T was not thy wont to hinder so, Retrieve thine industry. 'T is noon, my little maid, alas! And art thou sleeping yet? The lily waiting to be wed, The bee, dost thou forget? My little maid, 't is night; alas, That night should be to thee Instead of morning! Hadst thou broached Thy little plan to me, Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet, I might have aided thee. XV. Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides. XVI. Not any higher stands the grave For heroes than for men; Not any nearer for the child Than numb three-score and ten. This latest leisure equal lulls