Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty.
XXXVI.
LOST.
I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.
A rich man might not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me!
XXXVII.
If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
If I could n't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!
XXXVIII.
Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.