XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,

307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave