913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

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

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.