78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!