571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—

I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go

XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.

743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—

There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,

667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass