313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…

397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.