256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

417 Is it dead’—Find it’— Out of sound’—Out of sight’— “Happy”? Which is wiser’— You, or the Wind?

Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!

233 The Lamp burns sure’—within’— Tho’ Serfs’—supply the Oil’— It matters not the busy Wick’— At her phosphoric toil!

371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…