268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—