780
The Truth — is stirless —
Other force — may be presumed to m
This — then — is best for confiden
When oldest Cedars swerve —

527
To put this World down, like a Bu
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy—possibly Agony—
’Tis the Scarlet way

500
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel—
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As ’twere a travelling Mill—

41
I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses

236
If He dissolve – then – there is
Eclipse – at Midnight –
It was dark – before –
Sunset – at Easter –

His voice decrepit was with Joy -
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with G

847
Finite’—to fail, but infinite to
For the one ship that struts the s
Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C
Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,

“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Gra
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

408
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him—