Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm