523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

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

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!