343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

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

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses