That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—