74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how