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…

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—

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

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—