859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

412 I read my sentence’—steadily’— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause’—

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.

285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

Between My Country’—and the Othe… There is a Sea’— But Flowers’—negotiate between us… As Ministry.

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

692 The Sun kept setting’—setting’—st… No Hue of Afternoon’— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon’—