475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

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

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.