596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

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,

42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!

XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

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

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!