421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing