717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—