803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.