262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

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—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod