883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

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

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

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

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!