971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

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

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.