11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows