23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—