862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

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

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—

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

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

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus