713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,

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

841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—

The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.