569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

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

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—