815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.

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

Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,

976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—