236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

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—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

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

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.