414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot