550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—

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

411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—

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;

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—