649
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes
Came the Darker Way—
Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too
But for Holiday

955
The Hollows round His eager Eyes
Were Pages where to read
Pathetic Histories—although
Himself had not complained.

632
The Brain’—is wider than the Sky’
For’—put them side by side’—
The one the other will contain
With ease’—and You’—beside’—

DELIGHT becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,—
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountain at a given distance

677
To be alive’—is Power’—
Existence’—in itself’—
Without a further function’—
Omnipotence’—Enough’—

564
My period had come for Prayer—
No other Art—would do—
My Tactics missed a rudiment—
Creator—Was it you?

808
So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me—
What Distance—far—
So I the Ships may see

947
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
“A Soul has gone to Heaven”
I’m answered in a lonesome tone—
Is Heaven then a Prison?

978
It bloomed and dropt, a Single No
The Flower—distinct and Red—
I, passing, thought another Noon
Another in its stead

312
Her’—"last Poems"'—
Poets’—ended’—
Silver’—perished’—w ith her Tongu
Not on Record’—bubbled other,