Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,

His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—