816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

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—