421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—