30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—