491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!