636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

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,

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

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