218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.