1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -