34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—