1.I Died for Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce, Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room.

2.In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.

3.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.