A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—