Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?