166
I met a King this afternoon!
He had not on a Crown indeed,
A little Palmleaf Hat was all,
And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

338
I know that He exists.
Somewhere—in Silence—
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.

299
Your Riches’—taught me’—Poverty.
Myself’—a Millionaire
In little Wealths, as Girls could
Till broad as Buenos Ayre’—

48
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
Bestirs her puzzled wings
Once more her mistress, on the dee
Her troubled question flings—

110
Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!

718
I meant to find Her when I came—
Death—had the same design—
But the Success—was His—it seems—
And the Surrender—Mine—

968
Fitter to see Him, I may be
For the long Hindrance—Grace—to
With Summers, and with Winters, g
Some passing Year—A trait bestow

A still – Volcano – Life –
That flickered in the night –
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight –
A quiet – Earthquake Style –

371
A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'
To meet an Antique Book’—
In just the Dress his Century wor
A privilege’—I think’—

766
My Faith is larger than the Hills
So when the Hills decay—
My Faith must take the Purple Wh
To show the Sun the way—