235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

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

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—