528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—