870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

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—

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -