Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

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—

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—