44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

573 The Test of Love’—is Death’— Our Lord’—"so loved"'—it saith’— What Largest Lover’—hath Another’—doth’—

309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

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

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—

367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—

209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!

Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,