703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance