XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—

312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,