671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate

752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—