237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.