777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

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,

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,

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—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

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—