336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize