690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

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.

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time