849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict

IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;

212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;