863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—

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

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

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

156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—

836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —

232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!