470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—