748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—