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

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

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—

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—