982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,