Action is redemption.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

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