412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?

These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…

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

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,