833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—