921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…