Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—