523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

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

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—