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

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush