110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

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

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

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

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—