987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

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

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—