521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—