695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?

475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness