He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—