347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

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

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,