349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

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

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

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—

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.