752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop