For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—