553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

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

758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

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

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.