Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.