728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—

A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

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

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

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

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—