671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.