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

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

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—

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

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

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.