A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar

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

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —