A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,