913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive