Good night! which put the candle o
A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.
Ah! friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The angels labored diligent;

9
Through lane it lay’—through bramb
Through clearing and through wood’
Banditti often passed us
Upon the lonely road.

509
If anybody’s friend be dead
It’s sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive
At such and such a time—

Is it too late to touch you, Dear
We this moment knew -
Love Marine and Love terrene -
Love celestial too -

837
How well I knew Her not
Whom not to know has been
A Bounty in prospective, now
Next Door to mine the Pain.

558
But little Carmine hath her face—
Of Emerald scant—her Gown—
Her Beauty—is the love she doth—
Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

560
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
But large—serene—
Burned on—until through Dissoluti
It failed from Men—

363
I went to thank Her—
But She Slept—
Her Bed—a funneled Stone—
With Nosegays at the Head and Fo

682
'Twould ease — a Butterfly —
Elate — a Bee —
Thou'rt neither —
Neither — thy capacity —

EXCEPT the heaven had come so n
So seemed to choose my door,
The distance would not haunt me so
I had not hoped before.
But just to hear the grace depart