396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.