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

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

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,