They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood