54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—