163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

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

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

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—

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—