XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude