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

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…