34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

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

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.