Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

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—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.