906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

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

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

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

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