915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?