39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

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…

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—