452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

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

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme