A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit

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

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—