427
I'll clutch — and clutch —
Next — One — Might be the golden
Could take it —
Diamonds — Wait —

588
I cried at Pity’—not at Pain’—
I heard a Woman say
“Poor Child”'—and something in he
Convicted me’—of me’—

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

Luck is not chance
It’s Toil
Fortune’s expensive smile
Is earned
The Father of the Mine

763
He told a homely tale
And spotted it with tears—
Upon his infant face was set
The Cicatrice of years—

485
To make One’s Toilette—after Dea
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still—

174
At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!
Past Midnight! Past the Morning

There’s been a death in the opposi
As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbors rustle in and out,

Love—is that later Thing than Dea
More previous—than Life—
Confirms it at its entrance—And
Usurps it—of itself—
Tastes Death—the first—to hand th

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