I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—

477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—

311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—

678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”

918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—

7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—

975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…