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

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—