870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil