527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—

A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday