292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—

I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields

The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—

197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!

To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…

98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!

565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds