339
I tend my flowers for thee—
Bright Absentee!
My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams
Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

547
I’ve seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room—
In search of Something—as it seem
Then Cloudier become—

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since

HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to—night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me,

226
Should you but fail at’—Sea’—
In sight of me’—
Or doomed lie’—
Next Sun’—to die’—

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

I meant to find her when I came;
Death had the same design;
But the success was his, it seems,
And the discomfit mine.
I meant to tell her how I longed

558
But little Carmine hath her face—
Of Emerald scant—her Gown—
Her Beauty—is the love she doth—
Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

309
For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne
’Tis little I can do—
And yet the largest Woman’s Heart
Could hold an Arrow—too—

527
To put this World down, like a Bu
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy—possibly Agony—
’Tis the Scarlet way