912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

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

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—