257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

“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—

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....