619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.

475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

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—

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…