719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

’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

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—