Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

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

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—