296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.