’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…