’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—