382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—