How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass