940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

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

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold