639 My Portion is Defeat’—today’— A paler luck than Victory’— Less Paeans’—fewer Bells’— The Drums don’t follow Me’—with t…

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust - He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust - He danced along the dingy Days

The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

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—

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…

752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance

319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

466 ’Tis little I’—could care for Pea… Who own the ample sea’— Or Brooches’—when the Emperor’— With Rubies’—pelteth me’—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…