62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

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

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely

801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—

979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—