704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

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

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—