330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

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,

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

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

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…

I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…