93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

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

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow