For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

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

29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—