626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!