461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

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

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

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—