220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.