990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,