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

726 We thirst at first’—'tis Nature’s… And later’—when we die’— A little Water supplicate’— Of fingers going by’—

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love; but since

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree

587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—

I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even. But since the last included both,

952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—

723 It tossed’—and tossed’— A little Brig I knew’—o’ertook by… It spun’—and spun’— And groped delirious, for Morn’—

No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,

329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—