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

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

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

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—