997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—