104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

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

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?