For fear to be a king."
After four days D.'s mother died. It fell to B. and F. to make a sculptor's plaster mask, and photographs; and to F. to watch overnight—and hasten to the woods in the morning.
"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