44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—