566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—