660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—

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

415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—