433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,