271
A solemn thing—it was—I said—
A woman—white—to be—
And wear—if God should count me f
Her blameless mystery—

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,

323
As if I asked a common Alms,
And in my wondering hand
A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,
And I, bewildered, stand—

759
He fought like those Who’ve nough
Bestowed Himself to Balls
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use—

555
Trust in the Unexpected—
By this—was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold—
As One had testified—

526
To hear an Oriole sing
May be a common thing—
Or only a divine.
It is not of the Bird

1000
The Fingers of the Light
Tapped soft upon the Town
With “I am great and cannot wait
So therefore let me in.”

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,

889
Crisis is a Hair
Toward which the forces creep
Past which forces retrograde
If it come in sleep

I know some lonely houses off the
A robber ’d like the look of,—
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low,
Inviting to