268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…