159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—