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

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—