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

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—