684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

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

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—