525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

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

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