Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

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

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

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