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

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—