104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

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

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

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

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…