971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!