XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

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

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

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

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory