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

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—