93
Went up a year this evening!
I recollect it well!
Amid no bells nor bravoes
The bystanders will tell!

718
I meant to find Her when I came—
Death—had the same design—
But the Success—was His—it seems—
And the Surrender—Mine—

A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair -
Since she and I had met and playe
Decade had gathered to Decade -
But Time had added not obtained

673
The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon

34
Garland for Queens, may be—
Laurels—for rare degree
Of soul or sword.
Ah—but remembering me—

228
Blazing in Gold and quenching in
Leaping like Leopards to the Sky
Then at the feet of the old Horiz
Laying her spotted Face to die

153
Dust is the only Secret—
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his “native town.”

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—

489
We pray—to Heaven—
We prate—of Heaven—
Relate—when Neighbors die—
At what o’clock to heaven—they fle

625
’Twas a long Parting—but the time
For Interview—had Come—
Before the Judgment Seat of God—
The last—and second time