977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

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

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—